The Bird on the Edge of a Word
A Short Poem
A Bird on the Edge of a Word
There once was a linguistic bird
Living on the edge of a word
Resting on the cap of a d
Enjoying life beside the Sea
Every night during twilight
Wind would swill to his delight
The waves swashed high up the wall
Courting the sign, bird and all
The word’s baseline would fall asway
Blowing our friend up and away
Toying with the evening weather
The bird would flirt with a feather
He paid no mind for his own care
He’d fly about as ‘twere a dare
And when the dance came to a slow
The bird would stage a solo show
Hopping up on the i’s tittle
He’d practice with a fancy jiggle
If he failed within his learning
The blame would fall to the kerning
And when he retired, he would flee
Off to sleep in the bowl of a g
Night would peacefully wash away
The dissipation of the day
In the morn he would start anew
Tracking smartly his great to do
He began his sentence upon the P
Noon saw him on the cross stroke of the t
Daylight exposed the art of his fiddle
His monotony lost all of its riddle
For on the wall there was a bird
Living on the edge of a word
She homed in the eye of the e
And there she yearned for company
When our guy reached the stem of the L
The sweet young girl’s heart began to swell
Pausing to view the bird in the letter
He passed her by, thinking it better
Off in the distance, upon a thistle
He admired the sign, Pig and Whistle
He let out a tune, like a reed pipe
Expressing gratitude for his type
About the Creator
Chelas Montanye
I’m an advocate for education and equal health care. I love satire. I love to express myself through art and writing. Social issues fascinate and astound me. Co-founder of Art of Recycle.
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