This week, Twink brings us a poetic tribute to our feathered friends, the beautiful birds that brighten our surroundings.
Baby Brown Thrasher
Baby Brown Thrasher, he did sing.
Spread wide his feathered wing,
Cleansing himself in the dirt,
Shook off with a flirt,
All the bugs loosened in the sand.
He ate several, then felt grand!
Breakfast in the Morning
Little Brown Wren ate seed,
feathered tummy growling in his need.
Grey Squirrel tries his best
to share in Brown Wren’s breakfast,
but a peck upon Squirrel’s nose
lets him know he’s too close.
Furry Grey Squirrel scampers on.
He shall dine on acorn, pinecone and pecan.
~ ‘Tis breakfast in the mornin’
whilst the hungry hawk is soarin.
seagulls whoop it up
wild Indians war cry
am I a cowboy?