Contributor: Barbara Feeney

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I Heard the Birds Whispering

I heard the birds whispering outside my window,Then signalling loudly, “Something is wrong.”The empty cages that held their seedsWere screaming, “Our keeper is gone.” The backyard aviary, once filled with food,Was missing something to eat.The feeders long swung from winter branchesDevoid of their usual treat Of Nyjer seeds and sunflower seedsAnd other pellets of food.Disappointed, […]

Inspired by: Winter whispers,
by: Julia Festa