Getting A Drink Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Getting A Drink



Twigs and branches poking their heads up from shallow waters,
listening to sounds from the atmosphere around them.

A little black bird swoops down from the sky, landing atop a
small twig.

Hanging on as it's weight bows it down almost into the water
so he can get a drink.

Thursday, October 9, 2014
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