Yes it was snowing again this morning.
The front yard fills up
with the early arrivals
grounded, bedraggled,
doubting themselves,
hoping for better.
They get more
sunflower seeds instead.
They scuffle nonchalantly
in the April snow,
all beaks toward May.
Oh, poor birdies!
Which, I may say, is not a reaction you would have gotten to prose. Viva poetry!