Voracious Young
I like them
Flying
Singing
Perching ‘round while I am dreaming
The beautiful robin with its breast
One of my favorites to build a nest
With room service for the chicks
The young grow fat really quick
Spoiled to the catering with food and such
And constant care with earthworms much
Chicks hungry
With their mouths agape
The young beg there every day
For the catering to arrive
With a parent there at their side
And while serving they remember well
The thing that their mothers would tell
That to be a parent you must be a saint
And work hard ‘til you nearly faint
Comments3
A fine write, relating to animals and to human parents. wc.
Thanks orchidee. I was blessed to have good parents.
I love this write, w c!
Such a beautiful read!
Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura. I really appreciate your support. Have a wonderful day.
Youāre welcome...
and you have a wonderful day yourself!
I love this ! ā to be a parent you must be a saint and work hard ātill you nearly faintā this is such a true statement! Beautiful!
Thanks b! I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem. Have a wonderful day!
You too friend! Be blessed!
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