Flying Birds

Henry was watching the birds as they flew.
It was such a lovely view.
He took a nap in his hammock just like it was his bed.
He awoke to find bird crap on his head.

by Lamar Cole

Comments (3)

Fantastic poem especially the fun filled ending Hehe.. Bird crap on his head
Ha! Ha! Ha! Of course, it must have been a lovely view but surely before that grand finale. Thanks for sharing it, Dear Friend.
Intresting write. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.