No keep out sign upon the perch,
here I shall sit and contemplate.
An early bird in hunger I search,
now ever quietly I sit and wait.
Will he think I be friend or foe,
deceiving smile upon my face?
Oh ever so impatiently I grow
little birdie I can almost taste.
Table for two awaits my friend,
hurry up now and don't be late.
Upon wings slowly descend,
as taste buds start to salivate.
New feathered friend come fly,
sit right here and take a seat.
I promise you I will tell no lie,
that we both can share a treat!
Adding your comment:
A great fun poem Sandy and excellent write about the picture. Thanks so much for your entry
