Birds in their nest on a stormy night

By skinner_jennifer

Fri, 16 Jul 2010
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As I lay in bed inside,
I think of those poor birds outside.
The wind is howling through the trees,
how the birds sleep, I can't see.
To have your nest rocking to and fro,
its lucky birds don't get vertigo,
to top it off the birds confess,
their nest is just a soggy mess.
I'm glad I'm not a bird outside,
I would rather be cosy and warm inside.

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Submitted by darkenwolf on
i think the inside/outside spoils it a little; i think you tried to make this rhyme needlessly its a good enough poem without the rhyming. I like the imagery of it - those poor birds. ;)