rik-rat corn pile

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

a quickie.

quick bird poem.


When I was a younger kid
The age of twenty three,
I’d throw some seeds on piles of snow
And birds would sing to me.

Their colors popped on white, white ground
and Cardinals looked blood red.
I watched some blue jays fight for food
To get their bellies fed.

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