An Early Bird Poem by Juan Olivarez

An early bird,
Looked for a meal.
But all worms were hiding,
Due to winters chill.

So he looked around,
For some store bought seed.
But the feeder was empty,
So he could not feed.

So he stopped at the feed store,
To look for spilled grain.
But there was none on the floor,
He was going insane.

Then he spotted a flock,
Heading south and he said.
Might as well join that flock,
If I wanna get fed.

2/1/11 Alton Texas