
FEED THE BIRDS. Early morning risers, Some wet to the bone, Snatching sleep Huddling on cold stone. Not much rest after a night of rain, Shelter is scarce. Trees drenched, Big rain drops, Those that make the feathers flop! Ahhh! A ray of sunshine, Breaking through the cold, purple dawn. Those still wet - Frigid with cold, Gather slowly on the lawn. A welcome sprinkle of food Is eyed and snatched by the shrewd - Bellies to full, Feathers to warm, This is sure to make them happily Greet the morn! New tricks to learn, And life skills to earn; As is always said, "The early bird catches the worm!"❤ ~Caroline Street.
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Beautiful times three! Great poetry, photography, and artwork. You rock!
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Ahh, thanks so much. I appreciate your encouraging words. 🤗💕
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Hello:
Your words put me in the place as I absorb the feeling and quality of your words..thank you!
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Thank you very much Laedee! 🌹
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