Birds
Blue feathers, black eyes
Squeaking calls are no surprise.
Snapped twig, wing twitch
Nimble and small as a Golden Snitch.
Hop below or soar above,
Robin, wren, jay, or dove,
Let us all give a toast
To the birds, the animals we love the most.
Copyright © Caitlin Feely | Year Posted 2013
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