Whitney Albright

(07-31-1988 / Alabama)

'Back Into the Trees'


This little bird, with his velvet head
Frisks around with his tummy fed
Ducks down deep in the wet mud
To the others he’s such a stud
You can hear the female's vocals
In our neighborhood he is local
Ah, he raises, and with a tasty worm
He gobbles it quickly and so firm
The dew sticks to his wet hair
As he frolics through the foggy air
Mr. Cardinal starts to sing along
Joins the others in a lovely song
And there he goes along his spree
As he flies back into the trees

Submitted: Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, December 16, 2008

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  • Norma Southwood (10/8/2008 11:21:00 AM)

    Whitney it's clear to see that you love nature. I do too, and I loved your straightforward and descriptive poem. (Report) Reply

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