Three Baby Birds
Buried under the brandhes
outside my bath room window
sits a little nest where
each lovely morning I hear chirping
so sweet to my ear,
that will bring much joy
to our world when
these little creatures
flee their nest,
will be silent outside
my window, but beautiful
harmony in the tree tops.
Written 6-21-11
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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