by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

“A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because
it has a song.”  – Maya Angelou

“Enjoy the little things in life because one day you’ll look back and realize they were the big things.”  – Kurt Vonnegut

To read Irene’s new poem “The Birdie Bebop” click:

The Birdie Bebop

by Irene Fowler

Doing the birdie bebop
All the way to the local ihop
Robins, starlings, sparrows and larks
Hopping and traipsing through the park.

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No need to spread our wings
Playing the hopscotch game
Loving to feel cool earth under our tiny feet
And summer hot pavement sheets.

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Folding our feathered birdie wings
Skipping in and out of pools of rain
So much fun, we chirp and sing
A sweet birdie chorus; for croaky, toady, things.

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Happily we tweet and twitter
As we daintily hop through street litter
Feasting on bread crumbs and fruit
Man’s trash is birdlands bountiful loot.

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Our urban adventure away from towering trees
A sumptuous picnic while hopping on falling leaves
Squirrels, pigeons, lizards, and mice, all play friendly and nice
Though, eyeing scraps of enticing gourmet delights.

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Taking to the clear, blue, skies we fly
Feathered wings, spread to soar ever high
To return with sweet-sounding melody; anon
Inviting the world to join our tuneful, harmonic birdsong.

© 2022 by Irene Fowler