Little Bird

Little bird chirping,
Out in the snow.
You are so cold,
This much I know.

Your feathers cling tight,
To help in your needs.
Out on the hedge-way,
Picking up seeds.

Last years growths,
They might be stale.
But in times of hunger,
They do not fail.

Would you...if you could,
As I quietly stand.
Offering you crumbs,
To take from my hand.

Little bird rustling,
So easy...to take.
If you would come closer,
And my offering partake.

E.P. 1908 - 1989