The Bird Lady
With auburn hair
that greets the gentle breeze
She captivates the moment
to put the world at ease
For every morn,
along a lakeside walk
she trills the most uncanny
ability to talk
With all the birds
that dwell along the lane
she speaks in feathered tongue
while sounding quite insane
Her breakfast call
to sparrows, ducks and doves
invites them in for feeding,
everyone she loves
Diminutive,
a sweet and simple soul
I listen to her pleasure
each morning as I stroll
Forgetting not
her other furry friends
she shares her bounty fare
as her heart extends
So funny still
they understand her drawl
It’s simply odd since squirrel
she does’t speak at all
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2023
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