Spring has sprung, the grass is ris,
I wonder where the boidies is
The boid is on the wing,
But that’s absoid
From what I hoid
The wing is on the boid!
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4 Responses
I luv boids.
Birdsong is a comforting sign of the eventual end of winter, and as such is always welcome.
Hard to be a non-native English speaker, darn it! It took me 2 reads — plus Carl’s comment — to get it, LOL! A lovely post!
Midnight
Starlit sky
Early Spring.⁰
A wisp of mist goes wandering
Pauses here and there
To hug it’s mother, Earth
Caresses rock and tree
Nurses newborn
Blades of grass.
And into deep calm refreshing sleep
Go those who know some truth
While God, like Owl, with wise old eyes
Tunes the world with love and grace, and
Mloonbeam lullabies.