A Bird In My Garden
I spotted a robin among many birds in my garden mead
Tilting its head this side and that, looking for some feed
It wasn't to satisfy its hunger but for its young ones to be fed
It had lovely feathers all over in colors of black and red
I have found its nest on a tall tree by my house’s side
It frequents my garden to catch the ladybirds in hide
Having a lively home with fledglings not yet ready for flight,
Flying to them with worms tucked in its beak is a usual sight
From branch to branch it flits, singing songs merry
With its sharp beak, pecking at clusters of red cherry
On rainy days in inclement weather, once when it is wet,
Smoothens its ruffled feathers staying under leaves, so quiet
Sitting close to its nest, every day it sweetly sings
I wonder if it is to announce the arrival of spring
Or is it singing lullabies to put its babies to sleep
Whatever it be, its song resonates in valleys deep
In my ears as the lovely strains of its melody fall to rest
All my vexations go to roost, making me feel so blest.
As I keep listening, my gloomy self with fresh comfort fills
And my sentient heart, with overwhelming joy thrills
Feb.10. 2023
A Simple Pleasure Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Julia Ward
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2023
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