Ed J. Wermann
Comfortable Birds - Poem by Ed J. Wermann
The Sparrows in winter
Come to share the warm sun,
In summer the shade.
Our presence do not deter.
They gleefully eat and have fun,
Until the Blackbirds do raid.
The Doves of many types
Coo us to sleep at night.
Their call is for a mate.
The Mocking birds clear their pipes,
Bob Whites say, "Not quite!".
These wonderful sights and sounds
Desolve our Hate
For what we humans have done
To this beautiful place called
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