And So

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Lite humor and a bird...

Submitted: February 21, 2015

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Submitted: February 21, 2015



And So


It’s a fine day for a positive poem,

Not a gloomy, drama, “wallow in it”.

A poem that some would say is silly,

But that’s O. K., I’ll make it fit!


As I settle into my patio chair

On this fine, Spring-like, Winters day,

I begin to notice the world in motion

And life's harsh cares soon drift away.


A blue sky canvas frames our barren Birch

As a Scrub Jay lands upon a limb.

Billowing clouds drift and twirl

As Marriah has her way with them.


I whistle a little three note tune

And the Scrub jay leaves his lofty limb,

He’s come to share my morning feast,

My whistle says there's some for him.


Toast for me, a nut for him,

At drinking coffee, he draws the line.

So I offer him a garden worm

And, so it seems, that's just fine.


JEF --- 02-2015

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