Leisure
Birds have no more
leisure time then I.
Bustling, hustling
freeways in the sky.
Before dawn awakens
hear their shrill.
Hearts still beating
rappid when their still.
No rest for the weary
winged to heed.
They carry on-
another nest to weave.
Peeping, weeping
hungry mouths to feed.
Frantic- hunting bugs
and worms or seed.
Flitter flutter
all day long,
still take time to
sing a song.
Birds have no more
leisure time then I.
# 106. Mea.
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