chirp chirp chirp

by practicalspactical

Young bird on the wing chirping chirp chirping,
bright-shined robin chirp chirps back,
and feathers flutter fly

some moons later,
birds goes down to the morning wormfield,
and putters for his bread like Old Cursed Adam Farmer,
brings back happy ribbons to drape across
the earlocks of the stranger
lying next to him in his big double bed

eggs are in the oven, warm