They arrive in droves
The parents and their young.
The young with their beaks wide open,
Shrilling with a piercing scream,
Saying “FEED ME! FEED ME!”
The parents pecking and picking
At the food on the table,
Forcing it a speed
Down the gaping hole
That the young present
To their non-stop parents.
We just look on in wonder
At the beauty of nature
Regenerated for another year,
As we do every year,
Just glorying in the beauty
And rejuvenation that comes
To us each year,
Every year,
And every day,
We share the wonder,
Of nature’s bounteous world.