Bird Lady Linda

Small birds flitter through her garden flowers.
and even flutter through her kitchen door. 
Some rush in soaking from Spring showers
to splash drench the new mopped kitchen floor.
She tells their chicklets fairytales
amid her paper, pens, and cages,
writes Odes to Nightingales
- -falls into artistic rages.
She coos to Friday as he dances
or lies cushioned and at ease,
but I’ve seen the cocky way he glances
when she feeds him grapes and cheese.
As for his squawk, squawk, repartee
It's bird abuse of rotten poetry.

 

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

Great stuff vanessa I could picture her Loved it

[Donald Meikle]

Small birds flutter through her garden bowers
They even flitter through her kitchen door
They rush in soaking from Spring showers
To spatter drench her new mopped kitchen floor

She tells their chicklets fairy tales
Mid paper pens and cages
Writing odes to nightingales
Enjoying wild artistic rages.

Cooing to Friday as he dances
While lying cushioned and at ease
And I've seen the cocky way he glances
When she feeds him grapes and cheese

As for his squawk talk commentary
'Tis bird abuse reviews of poetry

[Donald Meikle]

Steada " falls into" try "Enjoys"
And last line
Tiz bird abuse to diss our poetry


Wot's "disc"?