Too Many Birds
Redbird sitting on a log,
next to him was a funny looking frog.
Blackbird calling out to me,
so pretty is he.
Sparrow making a nest,
such pretty markings on his chest.
Robin pecking for a worm to eat,
which is quiet a feat.
I know one thing, on this hot day,
there is too many birds in my way.
wrote 8-4-08
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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