It is winter.
You know where to find the tasty morsels.
You toss the wet leaves on the grass.
The little creatures scurry.
Your bright yellow beak picks them up.
You have been busy from early morning;
Scratching in the soil
Along the raised beds
Looking for snails.
There is abundance of provision for you.
You know where to find it.
When I open the door
You rise and dart over the fence.
You will come back to forage later
Among the plant pots.
Thank you for your company.