Bird Watching

Watching birds in the garden 
Is such a simple pleasure
Today I observed a sight 
A memory I will treasure 

A humble little sparrow
Drab in his brown and grey
Had spied the ultimate prize
Lying on the grassy ley 

I could see he really wanted it
He hopped about with glee
Then grabbed onto it firmly 
Flying to a cabbage tree 

You may not think much of this 
But it was a mighty feat 
For it was a peacock feather 
That he carried in his beak! 

It fell to the ground three times
As he struggled to his nest 
But in the end he made it 
And his home was brightly dressed 

I observed all this and smiled 
At the moral of this charming scene 
Watching birdies in the garden 
Showed me never give up on your dream
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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