Feathered Friends
They’re hopping lots.
They’re in the air.
They’re eating grubs
without a care.
They’re singing songs.
They’re kicking leaves.
They’re on the ground,
and up in trees.
They’re on the feeder.
They’re in the bath.
They’re rummaging through
the cabbage patch.
They’re soaring high.
They’re swooping down.
They’re on telephone wires
all over town.
They’re laying eggs.
They’re building nests.
They’re controlling all our
bugs and pests.
They’re heading South.
They’re heading North.
They’re in flocks migrating
back and forth.
I’m having fun
that never ends,
out here with my
feathered friends!
Tanishk Baranwal
Class 10th 'B'
Daisy Dales Senior Secondary School, Indore
They’re hopping lots.
They’re in the air.
They’re eating grubs
without a care.
They’re singing songs.
They’re kicking leaves.
They’re on the ground,
and up in trees.
They’re on the feeder.
They’re in the bath.
They’re rummaging through
the cabbage patch.
They’re soaring high.
They’re swooping down.
They’re on telephone wires
all over town.
They’re laying eggs.
They’re building nests.
They’re controlling all our
bugs and pests.
They’re heading South.
They’re heading North.
They’re in flocks migrating
back and forth.
I’m having fun
that never ends,
out here with my
feathered friends!
Tanishk Baranwal
Class 10th 'B'
Daisy Dales Senior Secondary School, Indore
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