by Pa Rock
There is a hard coating of ice on the ground, and not much traffic putting up and down my quiet country lane. The birds, primarily cardinals, are all over the feeders and will have them emptied in a couple of hours. And when their feed is gone, it truly will be gone - because I am hunkered down inside and afraid to go out.
I am reminded of that cheerless little ditty that used to be featured regularly on "'Hee Haw:"
"Gloom, despair, and agony on meDeep, dark depression, excessive miseryIf it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at allGloom, despair, and agony on me
(Sorry, but that's the best I can do for today!)
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