Woodpecker Or Not a Woodpecker
The cat was outside
crouched to the ground,
I thought it might have been a robin
that he may have found.
I looked out the window
just in time to see,
a strange looking bird
staring back at me.
It landed on my front lawn
trying to get away from the cat,
then I happened to yell out
"What kind of a bird is that?"
I ran out to the kitchen
a picture I wanted to take,
of a bird I've never seen before
no...this bird's not fake.
It had the colours of a robin
it had at least a four inch beak,
I was in total awe of this bird
I thought it looked rather neat.
I took more than one picture
of this strange looking bird,
it just sat there looking around
from it came not a single word.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.24/2016
I'd love to post the picture, so I can get some feedback.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2016
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