To watch the birds is pure delight
While at the feeder or in flight.
They poke and peck to get their seeds,
Providing peace my spirit needs.
Their cheeps and chirps imbue the air
With melody they’re meant to share
With fellow feathered-friends they greet,
Much like our human type of tweet.
How fortunate I feel that I
Can sit and let the hours go by
While watching birds to pass the time
And twittering my thoughts in rhyme.
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