بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

my birdies, where have you gone? used to see you in the backyard, chirping and swooping, but now the air is still, less colorful, the ambiance a bit withdrawn. even had the bird seed ready, but seems it wasn't lure enough to see year-round your feathers and beaks, pecking the ground and the feed, the simple pleasures of life, now absent, until spring rolls around in time.