|Birds in my Garden
Twig-like legs so light, yet strong,
Hop, skip and strut along, whereupon
You stop to scratch, and set upon a worm.
You tilt your head in comic style
And when you spy a crumb or seed
You peck at it with dart-like speed.
Ceaselessly you cheep and twitter
In loud and high-pitched chitter.
Birdies, you make quite a din!
Finally you rise on wing,
Legs drawn up against the breast
In readiness to perch and rest.