Judas Junior on Nostr: There is bird house Out my door… A home too perfect too ignore, A batch or two of ...

There is bird house
Out my door…
A home too perfect too ignore,
A batch or two of new voices sing
And bring in spring’s awakening
Little treasure’s
Yet to find their way among
the week, the time
To catch the grasses as they grow
With bugs and treats buried below
Snow soon sets in to bring again the howling
Cold and blowing wind…
Voices anew…
Do I hear?
Spring Spring Spring
Is here.