Spiders, Bugs And Bees - Poem by Barbara Haskell
Midst towering green branches,
bird's chirp and flutter,
fashioning their nest with twigs and leaves
and their pantry is supplanted with delicious victuals
of spiders, bugs and bees.
Offspring in the nursery
take turns practicing their take-off and landings
and when the dinner bell is rung,
they run and shout with glee.
Father gives a warning,
you'd better settle down
and eat all Mother feeds you
or you'll be punished-
off to bed with no t.v.!
Later, if you looked into the nest,
you'd spy baby birdies fast asleep
and you'd hear Mother bird as she exclaimed,
'Not tonight, dear, please,
let me get some rest! '
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