Winter Birds

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