The Birds and Me
The birds are singing
but I dont hear
No I'm not deaf but
my head says no
They aren't calling me
from me they run
The birds are singing
but not to me
I can't stand feathers
they make me itch
They dont like me and
I dont like them
I'm not a Scrooge but
Santa must go
My friends like the birds
they stay away
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Sherry Blue Sky hosting "The Poetry Pantry" at Poets United, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/09/poetry-pantry-492.html?m=1
- Sherry has hinted for a Cheerful World but I've had this song in my head before I woke up by the alarm this morning.
I generally have a smile on my face but I surely am not a bird lover.
LOL. This made me smile. Birdsong at dawn is not everyone's favourite. Luckily, I am rather deaf, so am not bothered!!!!
ReplyDeleteha - you better not come to my place as I have a bird and she likes to sing.
ReplyDeleteI am amazed Jim, there is nothing like birdsong in the morning to assure an old man like me that I am still alive...so cheep an sing on your lovelies!
ReplyDeleteOh, you're allowed to be sour now and then! The poem is very well crafted.
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