James Casey

Rookie - 56 Points (11June 1940 / Binghamton, New York)

At The Window - Poem by James Casey

At The Window

There's a beautiful bird at my window
Singing his rhythmic song neither fast or slow
As I gaze at him, I really don't know
When he leaves, where he will go

Then off he flies, up up into a tree
Is he singing his song, to entertain me?
Or does he sing his song, hoping she'll hear
Then with that song, draw her ever so near?

Ah, she has heard his song, sung only for her
Too much to ask, it be for this old sir
Will they stay together, up in that tree
And with me watching, raise a new family

Aw the joys of love and nature

Jim 2011

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I sat in at a window and watched this unfold before me

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 19, 2012


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