Birds

Early in the morning,
Up comes the sun,
The birds are in the trees,
Looking for some fun,

They swoop down-wards,
Unto the damp ground,
Some twitter, flutter and tweet,
Others make not a sound.

Coasting up, above the trees,
These little birds so high,
Robins, magpie, ravens too,
Floating in the sky,

How light they look up there,
Perching in a tree,
Cocking their heads,
And looking at me.

Some other of these birds,
are down upon the ground,
The peek and turn and wander,
In  circles all around.

Looking for twigs to build their nests,
Looking for bugs to eat,
Looking for bird seed, someone left out,
What a Delicious treat!

The air  is filled with their song,
A mocking bird calls out,
They sing and tweet and twitter,
All together they shout,






"We are so glad to be birds
Are you not jealous of us?
We sing and live a care free life,
With everyone to trust."

For truly they have not any fear,
In a neighborhood they live in,
They have no predators here,
Feather instead of fin.

Sun is all the way in the sky
Goodbye you little birds,
All the children come out to play,
And laugh in happy bursts,

The birds must stay up in the trees,
And go about daily life,
Until tomorrow morning I say,
I'll see you birds so nice.