I saw a bird in a tree.
I said “hey bird talk to me.”
He turned around, we had a chat.
I wrote it down and that was that.
We said good-bye and I flew home.
I sat right down to write this poem.
But lost the notes stuffed in my vest,
And whence returned I found a nest.
“My birds prose lost, how can this be?”
I said “hey bird look at me.”
She looked down so she could see,
A babbling bird brain talking to a tree.
I yelled “give back my notes in your nest.”
She returned the anger, on my vest.
I started to yell one more time.
Then thought; save the vest, forget this rhyme,
A cozy nest is better than a talking bird poem.
I just hope I think of something else when I get home.