Our Welcome Visitor

By Helena K. Stefanski

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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.

    Illustrated by Mick Reasor