I would not want to be a bird,
having to fly around with my
mouth open to try to catch
a meal, like the flycatchers do.
I would not like to have to spend
all day pecking at the ground
to pickup what ever specks of
food I could like a chicken or a wild
turkey has to do. I would not like
hammering my head into a tree
trunk just to get a bite to eat like
the red-headed woodpecker does.
I think that I would go hungry
an awful lot of the time, and that’s
just not for me.
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But you could FLY!!! lol. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteBut a mouthful of bugs!
ReplyDeleteNice poem. Being a bird would not be for me either!
ReplyDeleteBirds have a lot to keep them worried no doubt.
ReplyDeleteCheers,\
Bobby