To a Chick-a-dee - a poem by Florence Liberfarb...

Little bird on a berried tree

Do you wish that you were me,

Warm and safe, dry and fed,

Risking naught for daily bread?

I, too, am feathered, puffed with pride

And flown to places you never tried.

Tweet and tell me, birdie, do

(Never to reach thirty-two)

If I should let you come inside

With food and warmth would you abide

And let me, instead, go on the wing

From swaying branches there to swing?

To taste the berry,

Crack the seed,

Pluck the worm

And relish the deed.

The threat of rock, or crow or cat

Would make me watchful, never fat,

Eating berries, red and round,

Losing count of what I downed.

Yes, I would happily feast my beak,

Filling my belly and each cheek.

Dizzy with bliss

From the berry’s kiss.

Better than a bug.

Better than a hug.

But away you fly in great distain.

My generous offer made in vain.

To a Chick-a-dee by Florence Liberfarb

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