A Comparative

This was my poem that I posted on February 13, while we were having our snowstorms. Our bird feeder was covered and filled with snow and snow was building up below while snow on the branch lowered the feeder even more. I felt bad for any birds thinking there might be some sustenance there in the storms. No Drive-Thru The drive thru is closed Don't even try it Don't even come out And take a fly by it It's filled up with snow Right up to the brim There's no seeds inside The pickings are slim If you had been smart You would have flown south Where there's plenty of food To stuff in your mouth. Instead you are here Where everything's white And nothing to eat Not one little bite Come back tomorrow Try us again I'll put in more seeds We'll be open at ten. by Donna JT Smith, 2/13/17 And this is the birdfeeder the next day.... and a few days later after some sunshine... I could not make good on my