Little peeps,
Fast asleep,
In their nice warm incubator.
From tiny beaks,
Come winy cheeps,
That cannot wait until later.
Yellow down fluffs,
Soft powder puffs,
Desperately wanting to be heard.
Life can be rough,
When there's never enough,
Food for such hungry baby birds.
Copyright © March 2010
Kevin Mooney
kmm001
030110
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