Little Feathered Friend

 

 Come, my little feathered friend,

The time is drawing nigh;

The last snowflake has melted;

There's a patch of blue on high.

 

Your birdhouse is spic-and-span

And freshly painted, too;

I now anxiously await

The welcome sight of you.

 

Winter days have ended,

But cheerless is the dawn;

Come, my little feathered friend,

And sing your happy song!

 

~ Kay Hoffman

 

...the birds of Heaven

nest; among the

branches they sing.

Psalm 104:12