Swooping,
chirp-chattering,
wings in stasis,
gliding on nothing.
Which one is the
early bird, ear to
the ground,
yanking breakfast?
She prayed to be
a bird and fly away.
I pray so I can fly around.
I’ll skip the worm
if birds can skip.
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One response to “For The Birds: A Wednesday Poem”
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Yanking breakfast – that’s like their morning workout! Good stuff! It was great hearing the chirping birds early this morning.
Gerald the Writer 
Thanks for your time and thoughts.