Away Again We Fly Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

I am a little bird I am
Free to fly and roam the wilder-land
Feet I have that are, my hands
A beak so bold is what I have

There beneath the trees below
They have no feathers and they wear clothes
How odd they are with that big nose
From where they come, we do not know

Each day anew begins the Spring
When flowers spellbind little tiny things
They taste like juice and too have wings
Don't eat the bees, Because they string

Summer presents a cool stream
Birds don't sweat, nor like the heat
In glass-like water, we soak our feet
Away again, we fly

(12/07/2023)