Poetry: Birds
Every morning the rooster crows
Pridefully playing the only tune he knows
Robins dance playfully upon the earth
A rising sun signifies rebirth
Woodpeckers knock on the trees
Tapping out tunes as they please
Crows caw and hummingbirds hum
A bird symphony with fife and drum
Hawks and eagles climb into the sky
Higher and higher do they fly
Then suddenly swooping down
Barely touching the earth so brown
Birds busily beating their wings
Singing songs and building things
Mud, leaves, twigs, and strings
Homes are what their labor brings