Bird In The Rain


As an ice wind numbs,
As the quiet that follows,
As the rustle of leaves,
Kicked into shape.
By a tread and pace, fast,
As a hood is pulled up,
And umbrellas blow,
The smaller creatures hiding low.

The bird in the rain,
Bedraggled looks on,
As food so scarce,
His hope is all but gone.
Little bird in the rain,
A bounty of food is on it's way,
Bright, luscious berries
Start your new day.
And then when spring leaps,
And females abound,
You'll learn to love the new things you've found.

Tanya Fillbrook.

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