Winter Birds

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.