My Little Mockingbird
The mocking bird perched up in my tree,
Comes everyday now to visit me,
His feathers puff up as he tweets his little song,
He loves the attention so he stays pretty long,
This old bird can't get enough so I'll build him a house,
And fill it with bird seed every time he comes around,
Poor little fellow, so scrawny and small,
I'll feed him everyday until he gets big and strong!
Copyright © Cortney Bartholomew | Year Posted 2016
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