Tea Bird Poem by Ima Ryma

This bird's got curiosity
When cup and leaves come in my view.
Maybe someone has brewed some tea,
I think, what the heck, so I do
A drop down to the window sill.
Perhaps it's just a bird brain whim,
Has happened oft before, but still
One never knows. On the cup rim
I take a perch and peek inside.
All of my senses be in prime.
My beak does be my trusty guide
To take me into my tea time.

Alas, I find an empty cup,
No one around to filler up!