My Red Birds
My red birds sitting in a tree, I hear them singing just to me. The two look so in love, a big nest they are building. Many little ones they will be having, each day a new baby is chirping. The babies need to learn to sing, to fly as mom pushes them out. Babies are now flying on their own, Spring is here for my red birds.
Date Written: 3/9/2022
3 Place
Form I - Imagism - New poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Note: I had Red Birds before I moved. None here. I miss them.
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