What A Little Bird Teaches

Little bird, little bird, it seems to me
You are as contented as you can be.
As you merrily flit from tree to tree,
You appear unhurried and tension-free.

You are always singing atop your perch
Until you glide downward to start your search
For a worm, insect, or bug to ingest;
Seems hunting for food is your only quest.

God provides you with everything you need --
Shouldn't I, little bird, from you take heed?

Copyright 1995 Ruth Gillis

Previously published in the November/December 1996
issue of
Poets At Work

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