Our Welcome Visitor

By Helena K. Stefanski

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