WINTER BIRDS - by Alison D.

WINTER  BIRDS  by Alison D. Dear little bird You sing a dirge. A sorrowful moaning In the quiet night. Your wings are folded, Your feathers are ruffled. Your head is dusted with snow, As it flutters around you. You are sitting, In the blusterous wind's path. The cold winter is coming, Dreary and harsh. It will not stop for you alone. You must fly to a safer home. Fly, fly, go fly away. On this beautiful winter day.