A Little Bird, A Poem.

A Little Bird

Right beside me, a little bird,

Watching him, I say not a word.

Now on my shoulder, sings his song,

So nice of him, he stayed quite long.

Off he went, to the tree he flew,

I wondered if, he really knew,

I was the one, who gave him food,

And to thank me, he came and stood,

Beside me there, his song to sing,

And wave to me, as he took wing.

©2021 Steve McLeod.

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