Sweet little chirps of the morning,
How pleasant a wake to such delight.
Hungry, tiny tummies, seeking lots of yummies.
Seeds, worms, and bugs fill your plight.
Fluttering, puttering, dancing about,
Scurrying off on another journey.
Not too far from home, will they rarely roam,
Upside down and topsy turvey.
Basking in the sun, bathing in the dirt,
Just a few of nature’s pleasures.
Droplets of rain to make clean again,
Then off to find more tasty treasures.
Chickadee, gold finch in a tree,
Cardinals with a titmouse or two.
The crows are too noisy, the blue jays too bossy
The smallest branches were made just for you.
Light fades, crickets join in tune,
Dusk greets you for resting is near.
Delicate voices, softly fading with the moon,
Morning waiting, soon to be here.