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Not Intended for the Mouse

The mouse nibbled three holes and out spilled birdseed. I couldn’t blame him for wanting both food and warmth. But with masking tape I patched up the brand-new bag reserved for cardinals, chickadees, and nuthatches.

Today I filled the feeder on the hill as always. And the chickadees grow bolder, knowing they will be fed. As leaves wither and insects nestle deep down to wherever they go, the birds will thrive, Lord willing, throughout the bleak, Iowa winter.


Writing Prompt: Write a reflection on something you see from everyday life.

Look up Bethany J. Melton's blog for an example of a young writer who ponders her daily surroundings and uses words well.



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