Under A Shady Samaan Tree Poem by G. Newton V. Chance

Under a shady samaan tree,
A bluebird sang this song to me;
That love is nothing but a worm
To hold and squeeze until it squirms,
To snatch it firmly by the nape
Once caught, ensuring no escape;
To scratch the ground and look around,
Searching and searching till it’s found;
Sharing it with a partner bird
While building nest to nurse a third;
A tiny fledgling in its egg
Will crack the world and find two legs
And then its wings to leave the warmth
Of home to seek its own sweet worm.

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