From the Snow!!! thread:

The wild birds dance
An ever-changing ballet outside my door
Wheeling and twirling down
Silhouette against the snow as they approach
and never ceasing, rotating in and out,
Silently urgently hoping in and back
The paper plate of birdseed I set out
Their focus, their turning point
Juncos, sparrows, cardinals and
Even the titmouse who prefers to stay up in tree branches
Makes a fleeting, whirling presence
Like a cameo ballet appearance
Before it flees to the relative shelter
Of the hedges on the wall above.