The snow has settled to the ground,
And all I see right now out there
Is a couple of snowflakes dusting around,
drifting lazily through the air.
The air itself is a gloomy gray,
But now and then a shaft of red
And many another duller ray
Falls on my feeder to be fed:
Titmice and finches, chickadees,
Hairy and downy woodpeckers dare
Confront the jays that fall from the breeze
To give the mourning doves a scare.
Gray on gray, two streaks of rose --
A cardinal and his wife skitter
To the earth where the groundling juncos
Scavenge for seeds among the litter.
Suddenly, with great abandon,
All the little birds disappear
As the dinosaurs fall upon
Ort and shell. From far and near
The turkeys soar down from the trees
Along the brook, and soon the fleet
Owns the yard. They cluck and seize
The kernels of corn they love to eat
And that the crows were late to uncover.
When they are through and darkness falls
They burst upward to the forest cover
To settle amid their bedtime calls
Which fade away as, one by one,
They tell each other that day is done.