Ode To Birdie Poem by Israh Sadan

The Bird, she is a pretty thing
Except when she begins to sing
The crude crooning is for no man's ears
Proven to bring grown men to tears.
But when she's silent and only smile
Bats her lashes and poses in style
She certainly causes my heart to flutter
Even caused severe cardiac stutter.
So my fair bird I pray
Why did you go away?
How I miss your sidelong glance
That always put me in a trance.
The bird, she is a pretty thing
Can't wait till she returns in Spring.