LIL' BIRDIE

Lil' Bird, lil' bird, Lil Birdie,

where is your tree with your babies?

You hide them secretly, away from prey & me.

All year you prepared the young their beds.

Hour by hour, day in & day out.........You flip'd

those wings about.

Searching city streets for leftover eats.

Finding the tastiest morsels for the best nest

of a bird's family and their guest.

Lil' Bird, Miss Bird,

Oh Birdie, "What time time will you sing"?

I live for your tree concerts during the Midnight

hours, wee dark mornings & a quick flash of

chirps, tweeks and rappin' melodies.

Wow, Oh how do I love to hear sweet songs

coming from my Birdie in her tree.

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

The sweet sounds and sights of nature in its purist form – great observational and poetic write! I liked this, but I would have preferred seeing it I lower case text – I believe this would add to the ambiance of the imagery! (just a thought) … :-)

[ROXANE DORSEY]

thank you very much. I think you're right about the typing text.

[Taylor]

Amazing as always, good job explaining what the bird does for their young and guests. I liked how you talked about the birds song and how you live for them and crave them. Good job. You've done it again.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem for nature and the birds. I agree. The sounds of birds relaxing and needed. Thank you Roxane for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Jiya]

It's so beautifully expressed that I read it again and again. Hope to read more from you.