Woven by mastery not learned in a book
The fledglings departed a late summer day
Lock stock and barrel they flew away
Waiting for the next guest
To line with feathers and grass
Be mindful of the thorns
They're a pain in the ass.
For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
25 comments:
laughing out LOUD!!! :)
ROFL cant' type from laughing. this one i truly GET IT GET IT... LOVE IT
So funny, Gail, and I can't help feeling sorry for the fledglings before they flew. Ouch!
Thanks for visiting during my challenge. Nice to see you.
K
Smiling here.
Laughing as well. it's a wonder the fledglings did not leave earlier!
LOL ! Cute poem and lovely photo ! Reminds me of a little poem my mum would say lol Little Robin red breast sat upon a pole stuck his head between his legs and whistled up his hole lol I know we are twisted lol Thanks for sharing . Have a good day !
LOL...thanks for the lines :)
got me chuckling here, Gail. Big chuckles, for I have seen and touched them.
Hahaha... Good one! *smile* Hope you can tell us about this years' adventures later!
Nailed it- that was perfect!
I know a few peeps I would like to stick in that nest ~ and they aren't birds . lol
I love how you throw us a laugh right when we are being all serious and contemplative
truly enjoyed the chuckle and a few mental pictures as well......
Oma Linda
Hahaha. Good one, Gail. :-)
Your last line, both literally and figuratively! Very cute poem! It looks like a large nest...
Can't stop giggling from that last line
Haha that is cute. So nice to see birds nests.
Smiles, have to be careful with those thorns ~
Those thorns will get you!!! Serious, and funny at the same time, love it!!!
ha ha. It's a comfortable home for somebody!
I have cardinals nesting in the tree by the deck, also blue jays in my neighbours tree over the fence and of course many of the regulars in the big maple. I put up the spring feeder and got the bird baths all set up. Nothing like foraging for natural food, topped off with sunflower seeds and a nice drink n bath and yes, I clean the birdbath at least twice a day.The backyard is aflutter with bird noises and I love it. Your poem made me laugh, silly girl. lol to you, Marcy n boyz.
my *brilliant* 15 year old decided to go hiking through brush, in shorts.
poison oak brush.
so today we picked him up some prednisone. so, yes, a PITA... ~
hahaha
Indeed.
;)
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