The Birds Chirp
The birds chirp outside
I can hear them clearly,
beneath a sky so gray
they seem to be so happy.
They don't mind cloudy skies
rain falls upon their head,
they just take it all in stride
and gleeful to be well fed.
Hopping from tree to tree
singing their joyful tune,
chirping as they go merrily
I hope it doesn't end too soon.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.13/2015
I've waited all Winter, to finally hear the birds chirping outside. I've missed them.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2016
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