The birds are up early today
squeaking and tweeting
making the back yard lively
pecking on the vegetables
munching the grains
and eating the left overs
that lay liberally in the yard.
They have a way of chirping.
A call to the others
comes with a sharp cackle.
A fear that rises up
evolves a hurried squeak.
There we find the difference.
Today it is one of mirth
reflecting a go together move
wherein I find a lot of them
flying low and moving in hops
having fun in my garden
a happy sight to see in the morn.
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Meenas Poems 