My tree has leaves in winter,
Sitting on a limb.
It’s such a pretty picture,
As I watched the daylight dim.
Bunched together or all alone,
It changes as I look.
It seems to me they’re waiting,
And I am on the hook.
I made a start so long ago ,
It’s really not my fault.
A tree so bare is really sad,
The birds are more Gestalt!
They come from all around me,
To settle in my tree.
and it seems that they expect,
to get their lunch for free!
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!
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Butterfly Sand 
If you feed them, they will come.
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That is so true! And they get nasty when their expectations are not met.
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Gotta keep our feathered friends well fed so we can enjoy their beautiful chirping. Love your tree Pam. Soon it will sport limbs thick with leaves. You know, those things we have to rake up in the fall!
Ginger
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I like my trees at a distance so someone else can clean up the leaves!
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Just don’t drift off dreaming while you watch them. In your dreams you might recall they are really dinosaurs. And angry dinosaurs are much worse than angry birds. Unless you dream further and turn them back to trilobites. Have you never seen a trilobite tree.. fern ?
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Are used to love ferns! If you get into a grove of them and get down on your hands and knees it’s a whole New World.
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If you start feeding them they will continuously return and poop all over, not to mention flocks may fight each other for food.
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Which can be mildly entertaining from a distance.
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To feed the stomach, also means feeding the spirit.
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Very true. And I think my spirit needs to be fed…
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Maybe they just like being near you and your positive attitude, Pam. I like your tree a lot!
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What a nice thing to say Dan! I think I like my tree a little more now.
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Birds are like that. Make a tree, and they will come. Terrific, Pamela.
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Thanks John.
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😊
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Nature gets the hard yards in winter. There should be a coffee truck for birds in this weather and electric blankets for the tree’s 😂 🤣
Great poem dear lady, may your bare toes never have to play in the snow either 😀
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Thank you my friend. I have experience of walking barefoot in the snow I’m probably not going to do it again.
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That is usually the delights of young teenagers daring each other to do it…and like you, never to be done again 😀
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