My work week

My work week is a simple journey each day. The sun rises and the sun sets each and every day.

I listen to the music of the birds that flock to the crumbs that I put out for them.
There is plenty to go around for all of them who fly to the spread that is thrown out on the ground for them.

The blue jay is eager to get his share but he waits at the end of the fence until he can swoop down and claim the biggest prize for himself.

My work week is over when the birds are happy having a delightful time basking in the sun.
They frolic to and fro from their bird's nest to the place I have set aside to feed them.

Little do they know what is in store for them the next day.

--Linda G., Adult