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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