Birds in the Rain

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They have to hide away and shelter.  Rain

Of weight and length brings hunger to their wings.

Birds dare not fly about.  They feel the pain

Of fasting and inside them nothing sings

Except their empty stomachs.  This of course

Brings silence to the garden.  Feathers hunch

Protection from the wet.  The downfalls force

The beaks to stop stabbed killing for their lunch

And dinner.  Little boneless prey are saved

From death, those worms and spiders, creeping bugs.

The birds feel chance of living slightly shaved

Away.  The blackbird can’t do earthworm tugs.

  A feeding station made to give birds seeds,

    If covered, gives relief to pecking needs.

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