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Eat & Run

Birds at the feeder,

when twenty below,

come and leave quickly

and make quite a show.

And when they fly off

to where do they go,

to some secret lair

protected from snow?

Are they taking turns

when they come to eat,

the rest of them back,

preserving the heat?

Birds of a feather,

as everyone’s told,

they stick together

to survive the cold.

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Published: Jan 23
LinesWords: 1664

Tags: #nature #weather #birds

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