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A Smidgen
Give a pigeon just a smidgen
And his friends will flock to share
While each sparrow’s focus narrows,
Wond’ring if it’s worth the dare.
Soon a robin may come bobbin’
Though he’s just consumed a worm
Which the grackle tried to tackle,
Losing out by just a squirm.
Then the seagull, looking regal,
Takes a dive to catch a fish
As the finches land mere inches
From a shiny take-out dish.
In the city, streets are gritty
But the birds still find a meal
For the locals (and some yokels)
Leave them lots that they can steal.
Copyright ©
Ilene Bauer
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