The Lady and Her Birds Friends

Everyone knew her as Lady Summerworth, A title she had assumed from mother earth. She was rich, did what she liked, spoke to no one. She'd have her breakfast and left when she was done. Then she would walk slowly to the far garden, If she would forget the birdseed, beg pardon. It was her delight to scatter crumbs and seeds. Sterlings, chaffinches, thrush and blackbirds each feeds Until they were well-fed with the fare she gave. Oft she claimed: was she the Lady or the slave? The nursing home clanged its bell. She went for lunch, Alas, a heavy rain drenched her like a punch. She spent many days with an ugly bad cold. She was old now more than seventy years old. Yet every day was visited by her friends All the birds came until the lady's life ends.