Bird House
BIRD HOUSE
In a big shady tree
Way up high hard to see
This tidy little home
Where feathered friends may roam
Peck a crust of stale bread
Or safely clear their heads
What mystery through that door?
What treasures on the floor?
Fancy a twiggy nest
Wood grass straw and the rest
Maybe a bottle cap
Stuffed with foam for a nap
There was a special pair
Who loved to stay up there
One a bright red color
Rose patches the other
They were Cardinal mates
On those wintry dates
Returned every year
The memory so dear
Many years now have passed
Bird house battered alas
Strong winds taken it down
Splintered on the ground
A look inside a tear
But then I smile no fear
The nest? “Angel kept!” I sing
“And wife’s lost wedding ring!”
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2012
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