A Great Time For A Climb Poem by Donal Mahoney

A Great Time For A Climb



That's a very big tree
and a boy scout could climb it
with all the right gear.

But it's a condominium, too.
You would disturb families.
Blue Jays don't feature

interruptions when they
have young in the nest.
They put up with

squirrels scampering
across the branches.
Robins have young too

but they have no interest
in seeds or nuts and
no one else likes worms.

Sparrows chatter away
and raise a ruckus since
they have young also.

Why not wait until fall
when the young leave the tree.
Fall's a great time for a climb.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,boy,tree
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