UN-USED BIRD HOUSE
There is the cutest bird house~
Hanging on the lamp post~
Sporting a white picket fence~
Appearing to have the perfect size whole.
The bird house hangs un-used~
Where are you little birdies~
Whom yearn for a home~
Why do you not enter such~
An adorable abode?
There hangs the nicest bird house~
I personally have ever seen~
Dressed with siding of blue paint~
Pretend windows with wooden frames.
Red shutters hang to match of~
A perfect shade~
Keeping me always passing being amazed~
This bird house still sits un-used to this very day.
Oh where could the birdies be~
Whom could make this their home~
I wonder often when I pass it~
How empty it hangs all alone.
The porch protrudes slightly~
The roofs shingles now washed out grey~
A sign hangs over the mock door ~
“WELCOME TO OUR HOME~
PLEASE FLY THIS WAY”
Yet still the bird house hangs on its own~
Some times moving from a strong breeze~
Swaying slightly back and forth~
Looking very forlorned and teased.
Birdies where are you~
Who could make this house a home?
Birdies check it out~
I cleaned the whole from cob webs~
So you can enter in this noon.
The inside is tidy~
I in hopes always~
Make sure it is spring cleaned and appearing gay~
There must be some birdie couple~
In need to come this way..
Quaint little bird house~
You hang solemn by yourself~
With ginger breading to entice the human eye~
Always feeling deserted without a pair’s help.
Charming, appealing bird house~
I will still continue to wonder why~
You hang so pretty and un-used~
Always hanging ready~
To welcome some little feathered couple of flight…
Lisa J. Warner