Feed the birds in winter

Feed the birds in winter.
Let from all ends
They will fly to you like home
Flocks on the porch.
Their feed is not rich.
A handful of grain is needed
One handful -
And not scary
It will be winter.
How many of them die - do not count,
It's hard to see.
But in our heart there is
And it's warm for the birds.
Is it possible to forget:
Could fly away
And they stayed for the winter
Along with people.
Train your birds in the cold
To your window
So that without songs you don't have to
We welcome spring.

Alexander Yashin