Wheat grained shower
dried me's tears.
A certain 'he'
shone in sunlight
would 'he' bring
an end
to me's fears?
"Okay, little birdie
make my shop your home
but, teach the kids
this is no place to roam."
Me was more happy
than me could ever be
Me's beau
fetched dead sticks
and silk thread
minus any flea.
Soon
risen from shreds
hanging right
off a warm
white light's chest
we had
the best of the best
our
very
own
nest!
Yesssssssssssssssssssss! Yessss! Yessssssssss!
Me's babies hatched
we never detached
it was an
offspringed spring
we grew attached
the 'he' never let
us get chased away
and without a cringe
'he' watched us stay
A bowl near
telephone stand
sometimes babies fed
right from he's hand
splayed out a newspaper
without any flinch
that was our
dum-dee-dum-dum
"personal
litter
bin!"
are you a glumplum?
YOU ARE READING
Lodel-ay-hee-hoooo
PoetryOne just needs a flicker to burst into light. Find the flicker. Be it, become light. Lodel-ay-hee-hoooo your way through. Life is awaiting!
