Winter Manners

Little chickadees,
as busy as bees,
flying back and forth
from the feeder to the trees.

One sunflower seed
he takes to the tree;
Eats it there; flies right back -

Such a cheerful fellow
and not a bit shy;
He doesn’t mind if I’m there -
he’ll come so close-by.

”Chick-a-dee-dee-dee” -
my favourite winter song;
I could spend time watching him
all day long.

A tidy little fellow -
no seeds scattered ‘round;
His winter manners keep the seed
up, off the ground.

When seeds in the feeder
start getting low,
”Chick-a-dee-dee-dee” -
He’ll always let me know.

A polite little friend
I’m happy to see;
He has great winter manners -
I think you’ll agree.

©Joan Adams Burchell

November 26, 2005

Winter poems