But with no brains revealing. I love it when they all run to me. These stanzas were inspired by Gallia, the muse of poultry. USA Here's another contribution by Nancy Rosenberg. It is her reflection on missing some items that she uses in taking care of her poultry.
Snow drifts softly to the ground, Without a sound.
But won't be found Until spring comes around. If you know limericks, you recognize the particular pattern, particular rhyme. They are fun to write and recite. Here are a few to get you started. They can hear mine way out in Boise.