the feeder
Who has come to the feeder today?
Pine Grossbeaks but they could not stay
A tuffed titmouse with a whole lot to say
He said there is a Hawk in the nearby woods
The dark eyed Junco agreed he’s up to no good
With a fog rolling in and danger so near
A white breasted nuthatch quelches
A brown creepers fear
Soon the Chickadee’s relay begins
Two will fly out one will fly in
The birds at the feeder are as busy as Bees
Totally forgetting the Gosh hawk still perched in the trees
With no warning or care
He drops from his perch and takes to the air
A blue Jay has seen him but his cry is too late
A migrant weary Robin will not welcome his mate
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