I love the birds.
They bring cheer.
But, not all of them,
Stick around all year.
So unusual,
A Blue Bird’s here.
At the feeder,
Early Spring this year.
A great old stand-by,
The Chickadee.
To eat from my hand,
I wish to see.
Tufted Titmouse,
I like that bird.
A scratchy call,
When it’s heard.
The little Junco,
A ground feeder.
Cleans up the seeds.
He’s a keeper.
The regal Cardinal.
His mask of black.
So brilliant his color.
My love for him lasts.
The pint-sized Goldfinch,
And, the House one.
Gold’s color returns,
For the Summer sun.
The Northern Oriole,
Orange and black.
I’m always happy,
When he comes back.
The Grosbeak too,
Black, white and red.
Hogs the feeder, though,
Until his hunger’s fed.
The Cedar Waxwing,
Like a race driver, looks.
With his sleek chassis,
That bird’s so cool!
But, my favorite,
Is the Humming Bird.
By the feeder hovers,
He’s the best in the world!