The Becky Collection
Spring Morning
©By Becky
Each morning I am always the first one up
I greet the new morn and then head for a cup
Of coffee so that I might pry open my eyes.
Open too are my ears to hear all the cries
Of fussin Blue Jays as they fight for the right
For the first worm and who gets the first bite
Flapping their wings they hop up and down
Jumping over each other acting like clowns
With elbow on window I just watch the show
In the corner of my eye a chipmunk below
Scampers cross the wall then down his home hole
While the birds continue to screech and scold
Up pops his head he starts looking around
Cautiously he peeks then off with a bound
Up the oak tree, disappears into the leaves
All that moves them is a nice gentle breeze
I know I should move to wake the others soon
On this beautiful morning in this month of June
But the peace that I feel at this moment in time
I really hate to disrupt this inner calm of mine
For grumping and groaning of "leave me alone
Don't want to get up shut the door and be gone"
So I think I'll just sit here watching natures way
Of her greeting this most beautiful Spring day
Oh My! what can it be that I see over there
A Cat! hunched down he waits with a stare
What is he stalking I have to wonder and wait
As he with stealth creeps along towards the gate
He twitches his whiskers and wiggles his haunch
Just waiting to gather himself for the launch
I then see a sweet baby bird down on the ground
His mamma and daddy are flapping around
Trying to distract the stalker from their sweet child
His fangs bared, back hunched, ears back so wild
Now he is all scrunched and so twisted in fear
This is one baby he wont get, that is now clear
Now smiling I slowly turn just in time to see
A humming bird sipping nectar under the tree
From a bottle of sweet water I had hung there
For this bird so lovely, hovering there in the air
I can't imagine how fast its heart has to beat
How it stays in the air must be a great feat
The wings moving so fast you can hardly see
Them beating as he zips to the top of the tree
My flowers are so lovely at this time of the year
The azaleas especially could sure bring a tear
Pink, lavender and white all together mixed now
Bees having a feast from each flower and how
The dogwoods their flowers reach up to the sky
The blooms telling the story of how he did die
But the beauty of them that he left with us here
For they now tell us that he will always be near
There is a mixture of birds all over the place
Just chattering and flitting then off they do race
Like children staying only for a minute no more
Then off to the heavens so high up they soar
The little chipmunk pops up once again now
His antics so funny, he now takes a bow
Seeming to tell me the show is now done
Turning I yell, "time to get up now hon."
Belljoye
April 23, 1999
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