Birds aren't clutter.
&Their wings often flutter.

Their Songs and chirps always give
A call to us all to listen& live.

Flying high.
Landing low.

Each has nowhere
Else To go.

Always watching us...
and waiting; hoping
for some crumbs to eat.
Leaving birdbaths they can avoid the heat.

Otherwise This species of feather,
Hides from bad weather.

Each bird is a huge
part of the day;
if they were all gone,
Lonely times would be on the

Pelicans, sparrows, Eagles and the crow...
Night owls, vultures and
Cardinals,flamingos,&geese all put on a show.

Although its been said:
Birds of a feather flock

Who teaches them to sing?

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