Sparkling in the sunlight
The frosty, glittering ground
The chickens now are ready
For cold and wind to sound
They moved into the garden
To do their very best
They scratch and shuffle all around
Eating weeds and pests
They’re now outside our window
And each and every morn
Pecky has confused our light
And crows before the dawn
The cats both like their new spot
As guardians of the flock
They bask in warm, soft sunlight
Ignoring ruffled bawks
The sky is bright and blue now
But soon it will be gray
And snow will fall so softly
Crisp winter’s here to stay
a pinch of homestead 
