Warbler returns from winter in the south.
He battled the winds to be the first here.
Scoping out the perfect place for his nest,
tucked into a bush on the riverbed,
near to his food, yummy grubby insects.
Hidden from cowbirds, snakes, and wild cats,
he builds his nest of bark, grass, and plant fluff.
And when all is ready, he starts to sing.
Our Warbler sings with all of his being.
His song says: "I've built a nest! Be mine!
You lazy, late bums, stay out of my space!
The crows are coming! They'll eat the babies!"
The nights are cold, but at dawn Warbler cries:
"Hey look! The sun! I'm alive! I'm alive!"
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