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.