Though it is cold, I like to stand,
With seeds upon my outstretched hand,
And little birds will come so free,
I talk to them, and they to me.
Amazing thing when they will land,
So freely there upon my hand.
I find it always so much fun,
Especially when there’s more than one.
They’ll sit upon my arm and head,
All waiting for their turn, instead
Of going to the feeder where
The seeds they want, they can get there.
But this can bring such joy I find,
It is a great way to unwind.
Stress always flies away with wings,
And happiness it always brings.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.