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Bird - Week 13

It’s a soft whistle, high then low
a morning call, that wakes me
an ethereal echo of my childhood
the singsong greeting of the chickadee
And the books say it’s “fee-bee”

But a "fee" requires teeth to filter
A "bee" must explode through lips
Such consonants they assigned you
Could never be made by you
Which is why you sing “wee-woo”

(and I won’t even discuss the
unlikelihood of “dee-dee-dee”
my little chick)




Prompt/Week # 13


Write a poem about a bird!
Any bird, any color, your choice