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Sunday Poem

By Alice Henry

Pigeon Poo

This morning a pigeon did alight on my door,
I thought to myself, “What is he here for?”
Looking out at the bare frozen ground,
I saw not a morsel could be found.
The sparrows also were waiting for,
The crumbs to be thrown out my door.
Turning, I found two pieces of bread,
And broke it for the birds to be fed.
Please, little birds, when I hand my sheets white,
Remember today I gave you your first bite.

1 thought on “Sunday Poem

  1. Nice!

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