Wrens, doves, and red birds,
Scattered seeds a meal
Chickadees are heard
These banditoes steal
Freeze in the forecast
The day is but gone
Heron lends contrast
Sparrows have no song
Birds must seek to perch
Shelter from the rain
Days all spent in search
Plying skill to gain
Lending me their light
Warms my pensive soul
Moves my pen to write
Peace from birds I hold