Just Be
When the ice coats all, from freezing
rain,
and it's a feat to stay aloft,
The birds still have to find their food;
and it shows that they aren't soft.
I filled my feeder awhile ago
and was trying to move some ice;
A chicadee came up so close to me;
chirping "Me, me, me" - So nice!
It was a moving "thank you"
-
one I won't forget;
Such a little thing for me to do
and yet a reward I did net.
He came back with his family
and other birds he'd told;
They chattered and sang and gave thanks, too;
and made me warm - not cold.
They gave me strength to scrape
the ice,
while they chirped their songs to me;
If that is all I accomplish today,
it was a time to remember and "just be".
©Joan Adams Burchell
(January 3, 2005)
