Another year is at an end.
Time to count the birds, my friend.

Early up to hear a hoot;
Watch the lake and see a coot.
Hawks are flying high above;
Beneath the feeders, mourning dove.
Cardinal in their coats of red;
Geese honk loudly overhead.
Titmice, juncos, chickadees,
Altogether in the trees.
Blue Jays, bluebirds, herons too;
Colored brightly in true hues.
Stately swans swim smoothly by;
As mallards fill the wintry sky.

Snowflakes fly, but they don't count.
Now, off to Merle's, "Hurray, we shout".
Once again we've done our best;
And handed in our "Birdie Quest".
Eat and drink and have a ball.
Merry Christmas, "One and All".

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