It’s dark, and the birds are chirping up the sun.
I hear their poems in the lilac bush
And know they must be in a rush
to start their day, and find the seeds
for breakfast that they need.
Chirp, chirp they sing, for now it’s spring
and orange is the sky.
They need to fly to find their food;
when finally day they’ll find a way,
then sit on eggs and wait and wait.
They have a date with parenthood.
Chirp chirp, I hear
says morning’s near;
I must rise and greet the sky
to do my own chirp chirping.
As it's the first Poetry Friday of April, celebrate by checking on the Poetry Tag Group shown at the right! And look at Jama Rattigan's blog post at Jama's Alphabet Soup to discover so many Poetry sites in the kidlitosphere doing wonderful things! Cathy, at Merely Day By Day, is joining Mary Lee, at A Year of Reading in a poem a day this month. Other daily poem writers include Amy at The Poem Farm, and Donna at Mainely Write.