Snow Birds

The wind howls like wolves in the woods

The bird feeder sways on its hook;

All the seeds are gone now,

No matter where I look.

The houses are abandoned with

All the fledglings gone;

I should have followed the flock

When I heard their farewell song.

The people in the big house

Have packed their bags today.

They fly in the silver bird down south,

Just for the winter; not to stay.

It’s cold up here in winter;

I need to travel south,

Where sunshine warms my feathers

And warm fruits delight my mouth.

Birds of a feather flock together,

At least that’s what they say;

So why am in here in the cold

on this snowy winter day?

Tomorrow is the final day

for me to take my flight;

I’ll leave in the first thing tomorrow

In the early morning light.

Yep, I’ll take off in the morning

If the weather looks all right.

If not, I’ll shelter in your eaves

For just one more night.