Yesterday, dears
One small green bird
Dropped in for tea
We saw and heard
And that small bird
Reminded me
Of red robin
Which came to tea
Maybe to see
Just you or me.
I said hello
It blinked one eye
I wondered why
It didn't fly
I'll tell you why
I think I know
Some birds don't speak
No goodbye. Go.
They perch and peek
They have a cheek
Season't harvest
Gone in a week.
I eat my lunch
And then they come
Ready to pounce
On delicious crumbs
Birds grab a crumb
In their sharp beak
Though small, not weak
Find what they seek
I fondly think
I've found a friend
But food, not friends
Seems their whole end
Yet that green bird
Has made me think
When it stopped by
To eat or drink
I'm sorry when
It flew away
That charming bird
Had made my day
A cat's around -
The singing's stopped
I'll just listen
To my bird clock.
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