Our Welcome Visitor

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    I needn’t look for further proof
    That a little bird walked on our roof.
    His snowy tracks are plain and clear
    Until they stop and disappear
    Above the eaves of our back door.
    He’s made his tiny trails before—
    It’s his way of reminding me
    To leave bread crumbs for Chickadee.

    [illustration] Illustrated by Mick Reasor