'Twas a calm but chilly morning,
I sat down by the pond,
Nearby the spreading cedar,
My usual morning, fond.
That pond, it was snow covered,
Though water, had not froze,
The 'footprints' were a tell-tale
That birds, they had arose.
Sang praise to their Creator,
To them, I too did sing,
Did to me, greetings, bring.
The wind was colder, yesterday,
So few, there, to me, greet,
Today, though, while still cool out,
The Juncos, did me, meet.
House Sparrows, Chickadees, and then
To my surprise, they came,
Two Blue Jays just to see me.
Plus, Red Male Cardinals, same,
THEY, list'ned to MY singing,
To ME, they, better, do,
But sparrow, small, seemed eager
A chat, he wanted to.
I COULD have remained longer,
But fingers, they got cold,
'Tis just one disadvantage
Of this thing, - 'getting old'.
I went out this morning to sit by the pond, near the cedar tree, like I do every morning. The pond is snow covered except for one spot near where I sit, that the water is not frozen. In the snow around the pool of water are the tiny foot prints of the birds who come to drink there. Every morning, I sing praises to God, and then I sing to the birds. The first morning after I got home from my adventures up North, there were so many Juncos and House Sparrows that came swooping into the Cedar Tree to greet me. They were singing their hearts out and what a home coming welcome that was! I sang to them and they sang with me!!!
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