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Post by althea on Apr 23, 2021 16:05:33 GMT
Standing in my kitchen
Looking through my window
At the birds on the feeders
My little visitors in the snow.
It's a fight for survival
Though all seems fun and play.
As I watch the ever changing scene
That's so different every day.
Late Spring is always the best
When the fledgelings leave their nests
And gather at the feeders
Playing follow my leader.
They sit on the branch and wobble
Like nervous tightrope walkers.
Some sing their songs in mellifluous tones
While others are just squawkers.
Sometimes their games and antics
Leave me doubled up with mirth.
As I look through my kitchen window
At the greatest show on Earth.
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