#444
Air Raid
He rode into the feeder
On a wave of summer air,
The chickadee, the surfer,
A bird without compare.
He landed with a subtle grace,
Picked a seed and flew
Back into the summer sea,
With avian derring-do.
#444
Air Raid
He rode into the feeder
On a wave of summer air,
The chickadee, the surfer,
A bird without compare.
He landed with a subtle grace,
Picked a seed and flew
Back into the summer sea,
With avian derring-do.