Early in the morning.. on this October day..
An email from a friend...she just had this to say.
"I win the contest...I see a bird and Junco is his name"..
We have a contest every year to see who wins this game.
We've done this many years.. in fact...her mom was first to play..
She entertained herself by watching birds most everyday.
Our favorite is the Junco...he stays all winter long.
He cleans up on the ground and sings a tiny song.
Oh little bird.. please tell me...is winter far away?
Our trees are full of color now..and everything's so gay.
Do you really love the snow...tell me truth be told..
Would you rather have it warm than bitter, bitter, cold?
It seems to me your feet would freeze with snow that's on the ground..
Yet, when I look at you..just happiness is found.
So, I guess you love the cold and I'll just have to say..
Come visit us for seed on cold December days.
We'll watch you through the winter...through storms and snow so high..
In spring we'll watch for you to leave...but never say goodbye.
We know that you'll be back and watch for you each fall..
Our favorite winter bird...so very, very, small.
7 comments:
Amazing poetry, Balisha! So pretty, I love it. I am a closet poetry writer and appreciate the beauty of words and the feelings they create.
Wonderful fun. I love seeing Juncos too.
I love the little Juncos, with their colors black and grey. I watch my feeder all day long, to see them come and play. or something like that, LOL.
Hello you three...Debbie, don't hide your talent..
Gardener....Hope your mom is healing and feeling better.
Judy...You've got the poetry gene...Put some on your blog.
Balisha
I enjoy your poetry. It described perfectly what I think of when the juncos come.
Haven't seen our juncos yet, but there was a flock of hundreds of robins here on Wednesday. Every lawn was full of robins darting and bobbing, eating worms and bugs as fast as they could and chirping their little robin song. As it got dark, the trees were covered with robins. The next morning, they were all gone. All on their way to their winter hideout, I suppose.
Sweet poem for a sweet bird! :)
I LOVE this contest! I love watching for the winter birds as much as I enjoy seeing the catbird return in the spring!
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