Wild Birds
No pretty coloured feathers
I always dress in black
To some I’m a bad omen
so sad folk often think that
I have the largest bird brain
I mate for life - my chicks come back
They help bring up my family
so happy they do that
So don’t be scared ~ just stop a while
Your face I will remember
but don't be cruel for as a rule
I will seek you out and hunt for you
from January to December
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2023
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