The Bird Poem by Amogha Ransilu
The Bird
Flying through the air,
Waiting in a tree up there..
Making funny sounds,
And flying every where in rounds...
Makes a nest for its eggs,
And sits on it with its bended legs..
It hatches and comes another small bird
And out comes more, first, second and third..
And this goes on cycling,
And they keep on laying....
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
About how a bird's life goes from adulthood to youngsters.
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