The Birdbath
I saw the reddest redbird
Bathing 'neath an old oak tree
I must admit, he looked absurd
No shame nor modesty
He splashed and sang the sweetest song
How lovingly he'd croon
Another came to sing along
"It was, a fetching tune"
Even though the bath was shady
One might say remote
I knew she was a lady
When she bathed in her brown coat.
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2021
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