Fluff the nest and tuck your beak beneath your wing.
Winter has arrived. It is sitting on our perch, dear.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Fluff the nest and tuck your beak beneath your wing.
Winter has arrived. It is sitting on our perch, dear.
Nice one! Lovely photo and the ‘caption’ made me smile.
Hi. Very nice poem, sweet and simple. Jane
Hi Jane. Thanks for visiting.
The photo it tis lovely, I felt like that last year!!
Creative & lovely poetry!