A Bird In the Tree
Twas a bird in the tree across the street
staring at me from the uppermost limb
It seemed he was intently watching me
perhaps as curious of me as I of him
I think he was squawking profanities
though I wasn’t sure of his tweets and hoots
It appeared that he might be the jealous sort
envious of me in my fur coat and warm boots
I’m pretty sure it was envy he felt
from the sad look I could see on his face
For he had naught but feathers to warm him
and no way to escape winter’s embrace
We both decided it was time to leave
As I could feel the day getting colder
I stood to leave and felt his parting gift
splatter across my new coat’s shoulder
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