PoemI do like to write and read poetry.....Hope you like it:
The Little Grey Bird
He came and sat upon my ledge not in the middle, just on
the edge
Not brightly coloured as some I've seen, he was grey of
feather
and black of beak, Indistinctive so to speak
But sunlight now shone upon his form, his feathers a
glistening
his eyes a shine, this little grey bird, come in from the
storm
I sat very quietly, I sat very still and listened to the
magical
sound of his trill, He was an angel come to visit that
day
The little bird in his body of grey.
Copyright: Sheryl
Mayfield-Smith
