The birds cackle all around
calling for their mates in a round
making merry on the grass
pecking the insects in the trash
singing to themselves in glee
going behind the buzzing bee
they converge on a hedge high
exchanging gestures with a shy
they fly low and perch on a tree
their little ones safely be
fondly looking at them for a while
they leave their nests in style
going out to hunt for further more
an investment for them all the more .
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