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| Black capped chickadee Photo by Jerry Pickard |
Song of the Chickadee
By Cynthia Sheridan
The seed is in the feeder box, I poured it from a pail
Now a chickadee is hovering above my garden rail
She darts and grabs a single seed, to where I cannot see
A hundred trips away and back, it’s nature’s mystery
Why not stay and dine a while, I ask my little friend
You take such tiny bites, I fear your job will never end
Off she goes, another seed is headed for the tree
And all around, a happy song: chick-a-dee-a-dee-adee
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