Please accept this rhyme with my apologies to all real poets:

Another Rainy Ride

Biking today was cold but fun

Though I never even got to see the sun;

Leaves were yellow on the trees and grass

An adult Bald Eagle made a pass;

Crows and Magpies followed him around,

Making lots of raucous sound;

Ruddy Ducks were swimming on Silver Lake

And a Western Grebe wasn’t hard to take;

Rarely saw a biker, mile after mile,

But all of them with that secret smile,

Because biking -or birding- on a rainy day

Is truly rewarding in a special way.

Tom McCabe, Boise