There upon my lawn in winter
I saw a few remaining birds
As I gazed out of my window
They moved around in my view
Why they choose to stay around
Instead of heading southward
It's a mystery to me
So, I thought I would ask them
I opened my door to go outside
They looked up for a moment
And on wings so quickly
They were carried away on the wind
I never received my answer
So I sat back down again
And I continued to watch out my window
As the birds again landed on my lawn