Cheeky Beak's a robin,
He lives beside my house.
He's redder than a berry,
And rounder than a mouse.
Winter's hard on Cheeky Beak,
For food is scarce, you see.
But never fears my feathered friend,
For he relies on me!
First thing in the morning,
Come rain or hail or snow,
In slippers, socks and jammies,
To feed my bird I go.
In joy flies forth my Cheeky Beak,
With many a cheep and peep!
His feathers fluff, he steps right up,
While his fellows merely peek.
One day I left the door ajar,
And in my friend did step,
With eyes so black and bold and bright
And cheeky in his head.
'Where is my breakfast?', cheeped the bird,
With a sideways tilt of his head,
'I'll join you here and eat with you
And have some tea instead.'
I know I'd miss my cheeky bird
If he should fly away,
And if my bird I didn't feed,
I know that he'd miss me!
Loving And Caring For Nature
Such a fun loving poem. This poem painted your chirping friend beautifully.
Cheeky Beak
Published by Family Friend Poems December 1, 2023 with permission of the Author.
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