Winter is here again and I thought I would regale you with a poem I wrote…..
Icicles drip from my beak
Nobody cares when they hear me wheezing
Too bad if the roof over my cage has a leak
Every day I long for warmer weather
Ring in the summer, my heart’s light as a feather.
ps, there isn’t really a leak in the roof over my cage but a bird’s entitled to a bit of artistic license every now and then.
pps: Now that I am a famous poet I wish to be known as Baby Birdsworth (inspired by my favourite poet William Wordsworth).