Lifes Gifts
I reach out my hand, almost able to touchA Nuthatch and Downy, eating suet and such
Oh look it there, its a chickadee
a Bluebird and Flicker, all coming for seed
I have never known, from my life that's past
of the greatness that's shown, and forever to last
The sparrows are feasting, at the thistle seed
while the squirrel is nesting, with nuts at his need
The sun slowly falls, the sky is so red
as the evening calls, they've all gone to bed
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