Winter

 Birds of a feather Flocking together
Through good and bad weather
Loyal is the reds the blues and yellows
Deep in the trees, you can hear the fellows

Singing daily with the rising sun
Even though some people shun
Crazy as it sounds
For them, I would do leaps and bounds

Birds the rare singing delight
Come in varieties it's a marvelous sight
Even with the hint of snow
Still, they put on the show

The dewdrops glitter
Critters start to skitter
While the old one becomes bitter
As he can no longer jitter

The young reds begin the dance
lovestruck like a story in France
If they miss a beat there's no second chance

Yet here it comes The hinter
With a chilling wind gust
Clouds about to bust
The snowstorm of winter

© 2020-2021 By Mary Robbins