Little Bird
There was cold all around
As he searched there on the ground
I’m not sure what he sought
Or if he’d ever given it thought
I guess he searched for a seed
Though none were there that I could see
Or maybe he looked for a grub
Or a very little bug
I do know that he finally flew
To a feeder where I put food
Black sunflower seed and plenty of them
For all the birds my little friends
He stayed and dropped a husk or two
As I watched from my living room
Until he flew once again
To the ground with his friends