Topic: Sad Bird Singing
I don't know why all my poems are on the humorous side of late but here's another one.
Sad Bird Singing.
I heard a bird singing.
Looking for a mate.
He didn't have those pretty feathers.
And his singing wasn't great.
That didn't stop him trying.
Though some others thought he should.
He sat upon my window sill.
And sang, because he could.
Pretty birds flying by.
Paid my bird no heed.
Next day when I looked for him.
He'd taken of his leave.
I'd like to think he found a mate.
Nested and made eggs.
His DNA made ugly chicks.
Plain feathers and spindly legs.
Well I think it's funny....fairly funny?