What Goes Around . . .
In position and out of sight,
hiding until the time was right,
the cat crawled forward with such skill,
the bird could not escape the "kill." It happened almost every day.
Little eyes, little ears, little nose,
little fingers, little hands, little toes—
along with the start
of one little heart,
Where And Which Day
The birds, flying South, know the way.
God tells them where and which day.
He has built in the fear,
when Winter is near,