Chickadee’s Melody

Listening to your tune,

of springtime at noon.

The sound your feathers make,

while it’s bath time in the lake.

In amongst the weeds,

they find so many seeds.

Their chirping sound,

helps me unwound.

Much like the sound of a flute,

oh my ,those chickadees are such a hoot.

Working in the yard,

digging dirt is rather hard.

Planting vegetables and yellow daisy.

They chirp around , when I start to feel lazy.

Filling the bird feeder with sunflower seeds.

Draws all kinds of birds to eat, fulfilling their needs.

The bees are buzzing here and there.

I’m just afraid they will tangle in my hair.

The many sounds of all kinds of birds.

Coming together, makes me want to sing with words.

“ chickadee, you come to me”

“ bringing joy to see”

“chirping everywhere”

“ flying free in the air”

“ for the world to see.

“ so much beauty”

Thank you my sweet Chickadee.