Bored Nature Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Bored Nature



A little bird came flying quickly, landing on the stairs,
he chose to hop up them one at a time instead of doing
the obvious easy way of flying.

Wondering if he just needed a challenge to spur him on to
other necessary things, life can become boring, living it
the same way every day without any changes.

Perhaps a bird can feel bored too.

Sunday, June 22, 2014
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