~
Another five inches,
Snow falling down.
One bird is singing,
One bird, around.

The screens of a porch
Clad dandruff-white stuff,
Hanging and clinging
The singing gets rough,

When then comes another,
The other lets up.
Two birds, two birds,
Now two birds are heard.

And then somewhat later
The Blackbirds appeared,
Craving attention,
The snow falling hard.

Blackbirds, Blackbirds,
A snow-covered yard.
Sounds of the morning,
Snowing, the third.
~

©2015, Marvin Welborn
23 March 2015