Troublemaker Poem by Patti Masterman

Troublemaker



The Cardinals fly, bright bits of red
Around the trees where they were bred.

The Hawk glides far above everything,
He orbits beneath grey clouds that hang.

The Doves sit silent, beside their mates
And seem content to meet their fates.

But the Bluejay complains most bitterly-
Cause the Woodpecker's in his Pecan tree.

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