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Chickadee

A bird succumbed by its family, With a dainty little song They survive natures winters They survive through it all So I wonder about this chickadee Which visits me And I wonder what a coincidence it may be That I’ve never had birds Or even heard them sing For before, I had bird seeds, Uneaten and clean And now with abundance, There’s always a mess And a song, and a dance While I drink my coffee

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 10/31/2019 10:04:00 PM
I think you know that's no coincidence. There will be messages everywhere for you if you recognize them. Warmest wishes to you, Sarah. Lovely poem.
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Sarah Casey
Date: 11/1/2019 4:53:00 PM
It makes me smile when others believe in messages. Thank you for your wishes. Take care and thank you for reading my poems!