A little bird
sits at my feeder
singing to me.
I smile and think
he is smiling
at me.
I smile, he smiles.
He sings
and I sing too
It seems to me
a happy
thing to do
What a wonderful
way to spend
our day.
The Carolina Wren makes a call that sound like tea kettle, tea kettle. The barred owl calls Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you? Today listen to the songs of birds. Aren't they magical? Can you write a poem today about bird songs? Please share your creation.
Can you see the ghost of a bigger bird looking out for my little sketch?
