Sunday, September 13, 2015

A Little Birdie Told Me

I flew up to your window
You stood, staring back at me
I spoke to you in birdie talk
And you knew, instinctively
You put our feeder out
You got the word to feed us birds
You didn’t frown or pout
Get ready
Winter’s coming
Listen to your heart
Along with trees all turning brown
The soft, sweet song of Meadow Lark
Get ready
Winter’s coming
For nature tells us so
But if we’re far too busy
To heed the signs
Then we’re at fault
Can’t blame the birds
They told us in so many words
Then we have no cause to whine