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Little Brown Bird
Ah, little brown bird, perching on my apple tree,
What are you thinking this bright October morning?
Your bold eyes view all as you so perkily turn-
As if deciding if this tree is worth your time.
The fruit is all gone and soon the leaves will follow.
Where are all your pals? Have they left for warmer climes?
I'll take care of you if you decide to return
To my apple tree in the cold hush of winter.
Suet and bird seeds and a sheltered bird feeder
Are my offerings to you, my honoured wee guest.
You chose well, small bird when you chose my apple tree,
With great thought and care this bright October morning.
