A Bird Song
A bird song
Mating tune
Sitting on
A high branch
Fragile thing
A poised joy
Finds a mate
A white breast
As her date
Stick or twig
Time to nest
Lay some eggs
Two hatchlings
Mother feeds
Little needs
Worms today
Berries ripe
Food she brings
Little birds
Learn to sing
Hatchlings now
Big and strong
Flap their wings
Flying low
Sitting on
A wire string.
10.09.2020
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2020
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