By Birdie   

When softly trill the songs of spring,
I hear the joyous Robin sing,
The Towhees trip through the brush,
They never quite seem in a rush.

Loggerhead shrikes scan the ground,
Yellowthroats travel without a sound,
Gnatcatchers zip through the air,
They go about a life of care.

Vireos sing for us to hear,
Burrowing Owls at us peer,
Downy Woodpeckers bore holes in trees,
Birds don't live a life of ease.

Sparrows scuttle through the hedge,
Falcons nest on the ledge,
Mockingbirds perch in the tree tops and sing,
Their songs in my ears will ring.

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I was camping out in the Everglades when I got inspiration for this poem. No, I did I not see all of these birds on the trip, but I saw many. I wish to be an ornithologist or a park ranger in the Everglades when I graduate college.