Tammy Armstrong Poet Rhyme

A Little Rain

Water beads down
heated feathers,
his footing to a stalk
did tether. 
An iron bird ~
cast in the heat,
now stands with water at his feet.
His beak sealed tight against a note,
he tote’s
his summer burden ~
To sit and watch a mother’s flock
within his bath so luring.
In green metallic 
weathered polish, 
he looks on as her new one’s frolic
within his blissful pool of clay.
An envy to a foul so heavy,
now ready ~
for a little rain.

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