Down the roadway is a barnyard
With a small, white picket fence
Where the bluebirds and the redbirds
Come in tandem to commence
Each in search of tasty earthworms
Crawling near their choice hang-out
The birds know their get-together
Could mean someone goes without.

Soon, the bluebirds and the redbirds
Join upon the farmhouse eaves
Fearing that their group outnumbers
Any worms beneath the leaves
That have fallen near the sidewalk
Where the newspapers still rest
As the morning sunlight rises
Over the birds’ harshest test.

Far beneath the leaves, in hiding
Sits a ladybug and fly
Then, a slow, neighborhood earthworm
Casually, goes crawling by
As the redbirds and the bluebirds
Act upon a wayward hunch
That the earthworm may the bigger
Than what one needs for his lunch.

To leave no one empty-handed
In a measure of goodwill
All the redbirds and the bluebirds
Go roadside to have their fill
Of the handout, found before them
Grateful for their wholesome fare
Thereby showing how important
It is for others to share.

© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection