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
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010
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