"O COLD LITTLE BIRD…..IN JANUARY"

O cold little bird,
    I reckon it's tough on you
         this time a' year...
              in the snow
                   and all....

Why it went to eleven degrees
    last night!
Where were you?
    Is your nest
        toasty?

You and your friends hang out
    right outside my writing
        window, five feet away...

Just gobbling away on our grain-
    feeder like a bunch of
        little pigs---with wings!

You look pretty spry to me...
     cold as it is---okay, maybe
          a bit stiff, in this weather...
              but you're getting by!

You do have those quick jerky bird
     motions, with your head, as
         birds seem to have...

It's built in from the egg, so to speak!
    A bit of oil, in the right place,
          might smooth out bird
               movements a mite.

Your feathers on your little breast
    look thicker than usual this
         January---- the Creator
              takes care of his
                   creatures.

I marvel at you, sitting there on the
    cold, snowy bush, planning
         your eight-inch flight to
              the grain!

Deep questions occur to bird viewers...
     Who ponder the little creatures'...
           .MYSTERIES...

If "HIS eye is on the sparrow," then
    HIS eye is on everything,
        all around the globe,
             day amd might...

He is NOT as the songs say:
    "The Man upstairs..." or
         "From a distance, our
              God is watching us..."

HE IS THE GREAT ALL-WISE, ALL-
     KNOWING CREATOR---
THE GREAT LOVING ENABLER,
      AND ENVELOPER,
IN WHOM WE HAVE OUR BEING.

HE'S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD
     IN HIS HAMD...

This I've learned from the
    cold birds...
          in January.

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BY MIL
01-02-15