Friday, 20 June 2014

The bird outside my window...

Was it my love for his yellow beaks,
Or the sound of his chirpy squeaks?
Or was it the sheen on his feathery coat?
I stood near the window just to dote,

On a creature so tender and beautiful!
To me, staying indoors seemed sinful!
His little eyes were lined with yellow hue,
As he looked around for his beloved beau!

Walking the green stretch in search of food,
His  yellow legs were strong and good!
His beaks dug deep into the soil below,
As the long, weary worms finally let go!

Very soon his mate flew in to assist him.
The sun was setting and the lights were dim.
It was time to go as the sky, no longer blue.
In one, coordinated moment, away they flew!