This Poem was Submitted By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2006-03-30 14:00:20 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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A morning in the life...

The call of the wild Is certainly not the same as The call of the child The California Quail gives out a Whoohoo whoohoo And the child, unlike the Quail sounds Like a wail boo hoo boo hoo And so I was greeted this morn By this beautiful bird sounding all forlorn On top of a bird feeder looking for a mate Singing whoohoo whoohoo I hope I’m not too late Grey in colour and so lovely to meet I wondered if he was good enough to eat Yeah I know my strange thoughts didn’t last  When I realized I had yet to eat my breakfast

Copyright © March 2006 arnie s WACHMAN

Additional Notes:
I realize the metre may be off, but then again I'm basically not into rhyme. This IS a true story of what happened this morning.


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