The Bird

Another silly one

THE BIRD

 

From dawn to dusk most every day
the air is full of twitters
that emanate from birdies and
a few assorted critters.
Some live in trees and bushes and
a portion live in vines
while others are content to rest
on poles and power lines.
They swoop and flit and lite and sit
and hop and jump and stuff.
They warble, preen and strut and sing
and pick and groom and fluff
or peck and scratch and soar and dive
and croon and chirp and trill...
In other words, to tell the truth,
they never once sit still.
The action is continuous,
especially in the fall,
where chatter from a south-bound flock
can drive you up the wall.

(Did you notice I was carefull
to say 'wall' and not a tree?
'Cause there up in the branches are
where noisy birdies be).