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Bird Bath

Sipping so gently,

Their little beaks.

Fresh hydration,

Their bodies seek.

 

Dip their heads,

And, gently fill.

Water drops,

Into their bills.

 

Some dive in,

To take a bath.

Splash with vigor,

Wet wings, thrash.

 

Into the bath,

That’s filled there so,

They stop for a while,

Get refreshed and go.

 

Every morning,

I rinse and clean.

Bird bath of mine,

By the feeder’s seen.

 

I clean the husks,

From sunflower seeds.

An important task,

Bath\'s germ free.