My Bird

Every morn at break of dawn
From my bed I see a bird
He's made a nest inside some eaves
He thinks he can't be heard

But I can hear and see him too
As he daily carries food
He stands upon the rooftop high
And feeds his hungry brood

The people in the house below
Are completely unaware
I will keep your secret, friend
As you soar up in the air

I ponder on your family
Did all the eggs come through their test?
And are they now little chirpy ones?
Eager to leave your nest?

Sweet little bird
I'll miss your word
When you have gone away
I only hope that you will return
And do the same next May

Brenda S. Warhurst

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