Helping The Birds Poem by Phil Soar
Helping The Birds
Hidden among the branches
Waiting for the coming dawn
Searching for suet balls hanging
From the feeding stations installed
Each feathered angel so needy
And looking for something unique
I sit watching nature before me
Wishing that all birds could speak
I'd love to have smart conversations
To see how my feeding could be
The effort that helps them encounter
The things that I hang on the tree
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