Bird, Oh Baby Bird
Sitting alone in the sunroom
I closed my eyes
and felt my body warming
one bright midmorning.
Getting lost in thought
an interruption soon sounded
with a thud against glass.
I blinked open my eyes,
glanced to the left,
found myself peering
out the glass door.
Knocked out or dead
I could not tell,
but a Black-capped Chickadee
lay on his back on the deck.
Move, I thought to myself, move!
Turn your white belly over
and raise your black chin.
As I reached for the handle
the little bird shook his little body
and shook it once again.
Within half a second
he sprang to his feet,
gave me a wink,
and off he went.
march, two thousand twelve
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nice ending!
hello and thank you again for visiting my poetry
my pleasure! I enjoy reading your poetry.
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thanks Bonnie : )