Category: Poetry Types

I hear chirping in the meadow,
I run quickly to see!
Have the little songbirds returned?
Oh really, can it be?
Am I once again to be blessed,
by the sweet, cheerful sounds,
of the little creatures singing,
among the reeds that grace the grounds?

Ah, yes, I see a flutter, a movement on a reed!
But, now the chirping sounds alarming,
And causes me to wonder indeed!
The song is not one so charming,
but one full of alarm and fright.
A clear sound of warning,
a chirp commanding quick flight!

Then, out of the corner of my eye,
I see a movement in the grass.
What is out there in the meadow?
Something that seems to trespass…

Aha! Tis the neighbor’s cat,
Seeking to find the sound that she too heard.
She left her perch whereupon she sat,
to discover the chirping bird!

Now, this story has a happy ending,
of which I am glad indeed!
For the little bird took flight,
before the cat reached it’s reed!

Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson  09-05-13