My New Feathered Friend
I have got a new friend I call Bob,
I don't think you really understand
I get up to feed him in a morning,
And hope one day he will eat out my hand.
He is so slender and sleek,
Speckled chest and brown beak
And he stands so mighty and grand.
My wife says he could be a blackbird,
But I think he is a thrush,
When he calls for his breakfast
There's never a sign of a rush.
He watches me while I am watching,
I just sit there drinking my tea
So he must be getting a lot braver,
He's getting closer and closer to me.
So I am going to take some pictures
To find out if he's a he or a she,
But it doesn't matter about the answer,
He will still be BOB to me.
9/12/2020
Copyright © Simon Hamill | Year Posted 2020
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