While tending feeders I noticed her
and held my breath as she hung
from naked limbs of dogwood and oak.
She claimed she was content
but I heard the wind whisper
that in fact she was lying
And was filled with fear of falling
from the wet-gray winter sky.
Then I thought I saw her shiver
As afternoon raindrops huddled; the lot
of them afraid to fall and puddle
not knowing how good it is to be
Welcomed by the waiting ground.
thanks to WickedEve for the inspiration