WINTER SHELTER
A
VE|RY
VERY P|RICKLY
HOLLY LEA|F A SHELTER
FOR THE WINTE|R BLOWN, COLD
HUNGRY TOO. |SO WELCOME
WERE THE BE|RRIES, NOW
FED, THIRST |QUENCHED,
NEXT A RE||ST, NOW
REFRESHES| READY TO
CONTINUE TH|EIR JOURNEY.
THREE HUNDRE|D MILES TO FLY
BEFORE THEY REACH| MY GARDEN, WELL
ONE OR TWO, O|N GOOD DAYS
MORE SEEKIN|G OUT MORE
BERRIES. OF |THE LUCKY
FEW A S|LICE OF
JUICY |APPLE
R|ED
|W| ..
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|n|…………
|g|…………….
|s|………………….
© Mick Talbot 2017
Mick E Talbot Poems 
A most original piece, Mick. My Dahoon Holly are bursting but the Cardinals and their crowd yet to make an appearance other than the full-rime (meant to type T but I like that way better) inhabitants. This the in-twebeentime for our feathered friends – even the non-local Sandhill Cranes seem scarce round here – perhaps the big road-rip and concrete pipe replacement sewer system that takes up their former open field grazing grounds the cause.
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Interesting story line in your poem. 🙂
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Based on the truth, get loads of birds in the garden…!
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