11/24/2019
One of my favorites by Beverly McLoughland
"I sing a song
Of thanks and praise
For cranky crows
And feisty jays
Who could have lived
A life of ease
Sailing on a southern breeze
But gave up warm and
Sunny skies
To stay behind and
Critisize
November's damp
And bitter cold-
With squawk, and
Bellyache, and
Scold.
