Shhhhh! , Look At Momma Bird, Fly Back To It's Nest... Poem by Michael Gale

Shhhhh! , Look At Momma Bird, Fly Back To It's Nest...



Shhhhh! , Look at momma bird fly back to it's nest...
Her babies tweetly cry for their food of worms or bugs that they think
taste the best.

It gives them noureshment those squirming worms as they
slide down baby bird's gullets so that they'll grow to fly...
A mother's love may never to deny.

Tweet, tweet chirpping they go...
Momma bird puts on a loving and caring show.

Won't be long b'for the youthly babys grow to fly away from their home...
From tree to tree they'll fly as roam.

Nature will work a return to it's past...
Love by a new mother bird will recycle and last.

A nest is built by loving tender in a survival mode thought...
Look at all the twigs fro' blown free tree branches that hard working
mother and father birds have brought.

A cat or large crow or black bird is attacked by diving parental birds...
It seems as if they join forces these birds in their own formed flying swarms or herds.

Then one day these birds fall out of their nestly homes down to a grassy cushioned landing on old Mother Earth...
They were designed to fly since the time of their hatching birth.

It's up, up, up into the air after many long hard flapping tries...
Look up yonder in the skies...

Airbourne they sail by many attempted flapping feathered tries...
Lo' and behold as they continuelly ride trade winds in skies as they
really do put on shows of air menuverable stunts in fashionably
triply dangerously flies.

Mother Nature starts in the nest...
For birdly love does flight prove to be an unseemingly unsurmountable hardest of unpassing-this test.

A sudden smile springs up on an amazed child's face who is watching hidden only by a houses window of glass...
Isn't Mother Nature just one, on going show of class?

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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