A little bird floating past,
Looks to get some food at last.
Now he looks with eyes of glee,
As he chirps “hello” to me.
On my hand he gladly hops,
Moves so fast he barely stops.
He so quickly grabs a seed,
Then off he goes with great speed.
But now he moves very slow,
He has learned, and he does know.
He comes right quick to my hand,
To get those seeds he will land.
And on my arm some will wait,
For those seeds they won’t be late.
They enjoy those seeds so free,
Then they chirp “good bye” to me.
© 2020 Steve McLeod.