Not six feet from the ground
A bunch of eyes looked down on me
While I milled around
The papa bird had spotted me
and looked on from afar
His beak packed with a tasty meal
Not taken from a jar
The babies chirped for sustenance
A morsel from their father
So, slowly I just backed away
And no more was a bother
3 comments:
Amazing post, Joe. This is one of my all-time favorites: great poem and GREAT photos!!!!!!!!!!
LOVE this Joseph!
Wow-I knew you were a good photographer but didn't know you were also a poet!
Junie
Awesome shots and poetry!
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