Jill G Hall

Bird Poem

 

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

11 thoughts on “Bird Poem”

  1. 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.’

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