My Friend the Birdy

I have a little birdy, in my cherry tree,
Who eats all my cherries and saves not one, for me.

He thinks I don't like cherries.
He thinks I don't give a hoot.
He thinks I am his buddy, because he is so cute.

But I am going to catch him and pluck out every feather.
And wait until the seasons change and colder grows the weather.
And with that first north wind, southward he'll go, without his cheery chirp.
No, he won't fly the southern skies.
He'll have to walk.
The twerp.






Coming soon.....My Friend the Bunny




My First and only Poem.