Friday, January 1, 2016

The Birds Have Their Calendars Wrong

Last night it was a cold one,
Came near to zero degrees,
So today when I saw you little quail,
I wondered how you didn't freeze.
It seems the birds have their calendars wrong,
They don't leave or come like they should,
The stubborn little things have clipped their own wings,
Now they can't fly out though they wish they could.