Tiny Creatures

A little box nailed in a tree

Is filled with odds and ends,

Bread crumbs, oats, and table scraps

For all my feathered friends.

They come to feed several times a day

No matter how hard the wind blows,

When all other food is buried deep

Beneath the winter snows.

The tiniest pair of chirpers

Are a pair of Chickadees,

They land on the box and eat so fast

Then fly to the big tall trees.

There's a pair of Canadian Blue Jays

They are as cheeky as can be,

When I go outside to talk to them

They talk right back to me.

And now here comes the Woodpeckers

They make the others scoot,

They dig to the bottom of the box

And scatter the crumbs about.

We should all have a feeder

Kept full until winter ends,

The birds will surely thank you

They are dear little feathery friends.

written by Deborah