’bout a bird

my bird is a belles-lettres tweeter
she warbles in iambic meter
breathing stressed unstressed syllable
tap dancing to notes lyrical….{courtesy Zoolon Audio}
my “up at first light” cock-a-doodle-doo greeter.

This is written to cheer up my two internet
buddies, Mick Talbot and Jurg {Zoolon Audio}
who worry when I write dark poetry..
Hopefully this utterly nonsensical piece of limerick c
cheers you up..oh! and the syllables are all haywire

But I do have a bird..lol