She Was So Bad Poem by KENNETH FORDHAM

I cant wait to hear the mockingbird sing,
Then we will know we are into spring.
I have been waiting for such a long time,
Never debating natures determined mind.
Now there’s a grey bird, cleaning and preening,
Made his perch by my window, feathers are beaming.
He has a black head, but the rest is all grey,
I’m so glad he visits, I hope he will stay.
He sits there for hours, and we have a little chat,
Insects he devours, some are so fat.
Then the cardinal visits, this crested finch,
Plumage a blazing, waiting for his winch.
I think she a little shy, our maiden-in-waiting.
The apple of his eye, his love she is craving.
They will make their nest, among the trees,
Where there’s plenty of insects, for their needs.
So this is what’s happening in my nest of the world,
Waiting on the sapling for leaves to unfurl.
Springtime among us, not far off,
Forget all the cold, forget all the frost.
Everyone smiling, they are so glad,
To be past this winter, she was so bad.