a silhouette catches my eye
the colour of a frigid winter day
black, white and grey.
birds in their puffed up manner
dove looks like a partridge
perched in a pear tree
against the frozen sky.
wren has set out a cake
in case visitors decide to
stop in for some much needed conversation
but instead of waiting for anyone;
the buffet set out for others is enticing
sweet little grey boy waits patiently
for a turn at the new place.
make their way down the lane
to have some time with wren.
they have no problem with the house being a mess.
chickadee flies overhead and spots the party
he invites himself and joins in on the feast.
mr. finch officially declares it an occasion
and calls for the rest of the clan to join them.
and find a nice place for feasting themselves.
mr. and mrs. cardinal stroll over from the neighbours
and add the much needed colour to what was lacking.
feeling a bit of an outcast the sparrow sits on the outer edge
waiting for a proper invite to the festivities.
there is beauty in these grey days of winter
it flies above us
it sits in front of us
it takes a place at our table.