The Early Bird Story Poem
Before I stirred, the early bird
Built a nest on my head
Then on one date, it found a mate
Before I got out of bed
With outside dim, I tried beating him
When next day I arose sooner
But all I heard, were chirping birds
Leaving me in a bad humor
The very next day, to my dismay
The two birds perched on my leg
Loudly tweeting, and repeating
Implying they now have eggs
One week later the incubator,
Mrs. Early, from brooding all day
On her nest, and although a pest
Hatched her eggs, so I shouted yay
Since early birds, my idle words
Couldn’t slow them at their chore
Of feeding, what they were breeding
And wouldn’t you know at night they snore
The chicks grew fast, like no time passed
In their nest on top of my head
And when off they flew, that’s when I knew
I could finally get out of bed
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2023
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