Daniel Cheeseman Poet Rhyme

Breakfast On the Lawn

The Blackbird bobs the lawn
This early dewy dawn
Cants his head left and right
For the worm out of sight

Down below a juicy worm
Through the dark wriggly squirm
He slides along without a care
Unaware he is breakfast fare

And the Blackbird hears the noise
Strikes the earth with lethal poise
Grabs poor worm by the tail
Stretching, pulling, can worm prevail

All together pulling, tugging
The worm the soil hugging
And then snapped in two
The Blackbird thinks that will do
Half for me and half for you
And the worm slinks to grow anew

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Carol Sunshine Brown February 10, 2012 at 6:58 AM Congratulations on your well deserved feature Daniel. Love, Carol

Daver Austin February 8, 2012 at 9:40 AM Hey! The early bird gets half a worm. Bummer! Enjoyed this one a lot. Congrats on the selection. daver

Samual Ronthorpe February 7, 2012 at 12:09 AM Daniel, congratulations on having your poem featured on Poetry Soup this week.................S.Ronthorpe

Michael Smith February 5, 2012 at 7:00 PM Storyteller you have brought a smile to a face.

James Fraser January 26, 2010 at 2:39 PM Believe it or not, apart from the Eagle, Dove and Madarin Duck, i am fond of Blackbirds, nice piece Daniel >> James

Doris Culverhouse January 25, 2010 at 5:26 AM good yarn, enjoyed reading today.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 24, 2010 at 9:51 PM Nature poems are so very cool... u have described it perfectly.. great story in your poetry tonight... luv.. Linda-Marie..

Kim Hilliker January 24, 2010 at 7:38 AM Your poem gave a perfect visual of the Blackbird eating the 1/2 worm. Nicely written.

Sara Kendrick January 24, 2010 at 4:43 AM And he ate that fellow raw. Very interesting write that a little lad would love and introduce him to poetry that is grand. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara