Feed the Birds.

 
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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