A Wide eyed,
Little snowbird is watching.
It’s head is twisting side to side.
Sweet songs it sings and quietly,
It lulls itself to sleep each night.
It watches the frost bitten
Flowers trace my windows.
It watches me brush my hair.
It watches me as I watch you,
With a peculiar sort of stare.
So I hide behind the curtains,
That we bought in robins egg blue
And when sunlight hits them
My room has shadows,
Just like you do.
Written November 30th, 2020 by Ardin Patterson.
Tomorrow is Rose’s birthday so I thought I’d write her a poem. It also started to snow, which made things very fitting. I think snow is pretty but I prefer all the colours of Fall. I do love all the decorations at this time of year though.