February Afternoon

Snowy day, and more to come
It does my heart good to see
All the little dark juncos
That elder generations called snowbirds
Busily eating up the seed I have thrown down
To tide them over the coming hours

The governor has closed the roads
Neighbors are huddled inside
Cars shrouded with a growing blanket of white
But the juncos keep going
Sprightly and gay
Cheery little silhouettes on the snowy ground

"Slow Down," the Beatles sang
And as the world settles in for the storm,
Only the juncos disregard their advice.