Snow Bird

A scryer of snowflakes
grasping the bare branches
meals of seeds left behind
in the daily visits to the feeder
hanging above the picnic table
snow bird, o' little snow bird
tweet tunes of spring's arrival
Keep an eye above the oak,
as a hawk waits for a mistake
snow bird, o' little snow bird
may another sunrise find you
perched upon a little gray branch
a day will come, and you're gone
we shall forever miss your essence
our spirit reaps no colorful rainbow;
if our whetted eyes shed no tears.