The Bird And I - Poem by Gulliver Gimble
A bird came early and sat on my window.
He waited and waited but, I did not get up.
The next morning the bird came around again.
Suddenly the bird began tapping the glass.
Each tap got louder from his reputitions.
Louder and faster but, I didn't hear him at first.
Rushing from my bed to see what it was,
I scared the bird off by accident and he flew away.
The next morning I was up and waiting.
Finally I gave up and went looking for his nest.
Once it was found high in the tree I began tapping the trunk.
Hard and fast I began hitting the tree.
Suddenly the bird came out of the nest and scared me away.
He was very frustrated and angry.
It must be hard being a bird sometimes.
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