Saturday, March 21, 2015
Monday, March 2, 2015
Winter Art and Song
Chickadee
Trees are bare everywhere.
Snows are deep and skies are gray.
Yet one bird
May be heard
On the coldest day.
Ask his name and he'll reply,
Cocking up a roguish eye: "Chickadee! Chickadee! Chickadee-dee-dee!"
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