It's hot, but alright ~~ a Poem for Tuesday

Birds have no calendar;
  nor do the seasons

Now spring is due, my winter friends have gone
Seems there's going to be no spring this year
I miss them, Robins feeding on the lawn
Ducks, white, brown, and mottled swimming lakefront
I was looking for the humming birds, but ...

Hardy summer birds have started to call
Brownish gray doves paired, strolling on the walks
And mocking birds on the peaks and tree tops
Prime on their minds are mating and nesting
Prim, polite, and proper, courting contest

Harsh winter is done though spring has declined
Temperatures in the eighties, the birds know
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Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Rommy at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,  The Tuesday Platform,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/02/the-tuesday-platform_20.html?m=1