Gulliver Gimble


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.
Waiting.
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.
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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 29, 2005



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