ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Birds of a feather will flock together, especially when it’s cold,
The thermometer reads below zero, and the white stuff gets quite old,
They forage and search for corn off the cob, but nary a speck remains,
What’s left in the world for this lovely bird, but to rely on his brains,
He takes off for a much warmer climate, he’ll show off his feathers there,
Returning again when the mercury soars, to strut his stuff without care.
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I am reminded of the hardiness of the birds who remain during the harsh winters of the upper Midwest. Perhaps a few Montana homesteaders stuck it because of the dogged determination of these feathered creatures.
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