Mother Bird Poem by Rachelerika Henderson

Mother Bird



Its the trivial things that count
sitting on a porch on a summers day
listening to tunes
smelling the freshly cutt grass
watching the birds
a mother is a bird
she builds her nest
flys away looking for food
to feed her offspring
flys away to find herself

Monday, October 26, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,food
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