sommer humor
oh dear bird, my faithful friend you do teach.
summer stretches forward and farther. heat.
yet, you do not faint. you do not fret.
you just bounce.
from table to table… from top to bottom.
to asphalt to bench.
one question though.
were you born in a nest?
it would appear not a tree… but a barn!
for your beak makes me smile –
it is always open! how rude… bad manners, little one.
or perhaps, I should learn from you, and your friends…
to always expect bread… to anticipate summer showers.
you are silly. yet you are wise.
how unaware that worry steals our time.
your method is not madness.
your ways to feed are true, professor.
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