Birds in Winter
Too chilly for me
to venture out to fill
empty bird feeder
angry jay squawks.
Red-tailed hawk
lifts and flies away
from faraway oak.
Puffed up feathered
quail family skitters
behind top-notched pop.
Mist seeps over ranch,
increases to rain so
cold it turns to snow.
Where are they now?
I hope warm at rest,
snug inside cozy nests.
Published in Winter Avocet 2021
Love this
Thanks, Barb!
Where we should all be. Snug, inside. Love the “top-notched pop” with the accompanying photo.
Every time I see quail skitter along my heart pops too.
Wonderful!!!!
Thanks!
Sweet poem Jill! Nature is so beautiful, we have to spend time appreciating its awesomeness!
Yes!
Crows are the only birds I see here in Colardo; they don’t seem to be bothered by the coldness.
Miss my Brown Bag buddies. Now that I feel more settled and at home here in the mountains, I am planning on dropping by on a Tuesday and saying, ‘Hello.’
Michael – We miss you too buddie! Hope you’ll pop in soon.
Beautiful words and images. A nice start to my day!