Feed The Birds

by

C. E. Chandler

As a human, I wonder how it is to fly,
standing here looking up at the sky.

The beauty of the birds soaring high in flight,
adding wonder to another dawn's early light.

They fly so beautifully through the air,
as if they have no worries, or no cares.

But they do have worries and cares, in January,
the air is cold, and still as a cemetery.

The snow is deep, covering their food supply,
and the birds must search for food constantly.

We can help, you and I, keep your birdfeeder filled,
and help keep our feathered friends well fed.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Edge of Nowhere
by: Graham F. Coleman
from: London, England, UK

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