Best Happinessbird Poems


3 Cute Cats

I have 3 cute cats
                                 They love running through
                                 my house chasing each other.
                                      They have a favorite
                                 window which holds all 3 of them
                                  quite well so they can see outside.
                                      The same time everyday
                                   after their play they all settle in
                                   together watching for the visitors
                                   who come outside their window.
                                       The bird feeder is full 
                                    of seed and the squirrels eat all
                                    that falls.
                                        Inside they their eyes glued
                                    on the visitors who are invading 
                                    their yard tails swishing back and
                                    forth as fast as they can.
                                         Than the chattering start.s
                                    it is in kitty talk but I am sure they
                                    are saying things to the birds and
                                    squirrels that they do not want me
                                     to know.
                                          After awhile they all
                                    are bored and frustrated  because
                                    tonight they won't have bird or
                                    squirrel stew.

Mama Birdie

got to see the one
sweet mama birdie not lost
to me any more

baby bird has turned
from blue bird to mockingbird
better watch your speak

and say only love
and peace and joyous things now
she'll not miss a beat

break the weird cycles 
and learn the new way to be
appreciating 

the moment we have
to be pure, happy, fulfilled
just good as it gets

It Is Morning

It shines on my window seal
Warm as a reminder that it is time to 
Love the bird 
Whose turn it is to call for the newest morning.
It’s morning again 
It seems like it is the same time morning began yesterday
I wondered this morning,
How the bird alternate the turn for the calling of the new morning
 
 
It is morning


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