Little Bird

w c

Little Bird

 

There was cold all around

As he searched there on the ground

I’m not sure what he sought

Or if he’d ever given it thought

 

I guess he searched for a seed

Though none were there that I could see

Or maybe he looked for a grub

Or a very little bug

 

I do know that he finally flew

To a feeder where I put food

Black sunflower seed and plenty of them

For all the birds my little friends

 

He stayed and dropped a husk or two

As I watched from my living room

Until he flew once again

To the ground with his friends

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 9th, 2017 10:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Fay Slimm.

    A hesrtwarming picture you pen here W.C. with feeding the birds and one who is friendly enough to trust human presence. A lovely read and thank you for sharing it.

  • w c

    Thanks Fay. I'm happy you enjoyed the poem! I really appreciate your comment.

  • orchidee

    Ahh lovely write wc. Some 'little birds' (even me!) can be awful gossips. We may feel like shooting those sort of little birds! Oohh!

    • w c

      Thanks orchidee! I really appreciate your comment. Please don't shoot any birds! lol

      • orchidee

        Nope, only 'gossips', i.e. the 'little birds' that some people are! lol.



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