The Bird
I saw a bird fly by
In allures so its tail appealing it was
Its tail swayed here and there
Like this and like that
As it flew flee free
It leapt from tree to tree
I wanted to hold it by grip tight
But wary my scheme was commonplace at its sight
It seemly had a rat smelt
So It did fly away anyway
So many petite birds that came and went there seems
Or, so many life-size birds that flew by
What a reflection of crude splendor stunning?
I snooped as they chirped and clapped
Their charming song tantalizing
And rhyme wasn’t muddled
Small and big birds that did fly by
Some embedded with huge broad beaks
That seemed so unkempt.
Copyright © Mugo Muriithi | Year Posted 2021
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