THE LITTLE BROWN BIRD LEFT

The little brown bird left~

With the melting spring snow~

It must have had somewhere else~

 More important to go.

He was such a visual delight~

Hopping around under the feeder~

Solo during the day till almost night.

He had the cutest round belly~

As well as a distinctive tail~

 That stuck up straight~

Oh how we miss him~

And his waddling gait!

We wondered why he had no mate~

Or friends? ~

But he seemed content~

With the other birds he made amends.

He sang the sweetest songs~

Melodies loud, beautiful and strong!

I would watch him fly around the open garage~

He must of enjoyed the warmth and security~

Of this mirage.

Than a few flights around the opened turf~

 He than slipped to his secret place~

 To sleep~

 Of all the locations~

 Under the porch he disappeared~

 Without a peep.

I suspect when morning time came~

 He must had clandestinely~

 Beckoned the sun to come out and grow near~

He seemed to be a bird that knew no fear!

I wonder if more north he flew? ~

I wonder if he had a clue? ~

How loved he was? ~

I wonder if he even knew?

Now we will wait till next~

 Winter comes about~

Maybe he will return? ~

This time maybe with a spouse?

The little brown bird left~

With the melting spring snow~

It must have had somewhere else~

 More important to go.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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