brothers from another mother
Something it out there on that tree
And that little critter is watching me
He had his binoculars up in the air
And so did the creature, to be fair
Two watchers having fun watching each other
Brothers from another mother
The bird was speaking in his headset
He’s not eaten his supper yet
Why do you people watch every day?
You are a bird, it is not our way!
This was from his wife, Cardinal Clementine
She thought his people watching was out of line
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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