For The Birds
Snow piles deeper than deep while besides the feeder, the birds feast
Sunflower seeds
One after the other
Picked apart by little beaks
A hard life it seems, how those birds struggle to live
Summer hot and dusty while predators seek to take
Snakes eating the eggs
Cats pouncing.
Winter comes with vengenace against the Sun
Cold
Frozen
Snow piling deeper than deep
And yet?
All around the feeder
every bird
Everyone,
Sings.
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