Ann Foster Poet Sonnet

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Ode To Bob

Ode to Bob

My little bird, 
that bites, 
hard.
How I love thee, 
anyway. 
You make me laugh, 
and cry, 
and believe
that all things 
are exactly…
what God made them to be. 

Sometimes you hide, 
and it drives me crazy. 
I should keep you in your cage. 
But how would that be fun?
How would that let you, 
be you? 

You do not talk. 
You make fun of my efforts. 
Instead you cough, 
when I am sick…
You mimic and make fun, 
but you 
are exactly…
what God made you to be, 
for me.

Sometimes, 
you hang from the high bar, 
there is a bell, 
you ring and ring. 
You wait to make sure, 
I am asleep. 

The song is silent, 
the bell is not.
Your intent loud; 
be cheerful, 
you are…
exactly…
what God
made you to be, 
for me.

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Jenish Somadas December 2, 2019 at 3:20 AM ##You wait to make sure, I am asleep.## Cute poem.. ##The song is silent, the bell is not.## Beautiful lines..

Gershon Wolf December 1, 2019 at 8:12 PM 'Hope is the thing with feathers...' as Emily Dickinson penned it... That would make your title for this one: Bob Hope! Smiles, Gershon

Darlene De Beaulieu December 1, 2019 at 5:54 PM Hello Ann Foster, you know you love that bird. He keeps you on your toes. Have a nice evening my friend.