Little Bird

A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.

~Proverb~

Hi my friends,

I'm so glad, so many of you liked my post yesterday. 

I get told that the title was maybe wrong chosen for that post, it should have been 

named as: "deep SURF fishing".

Well, I'm learning every day something new....*smile*....

A big "thank you" to my beloved husband, he is still my best teacher - in everything :))

I hope you like my "little bird" post. I met this happy and very loud singing little guy last Sunday

at the shores to the Indian River in Sebastian, FL.

I wish you a wonderful day!

~Susanne

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My little Mockingbird

Mockingbird

I love to hear the Mockingbird that sits up in my tree
I wonder why he sings so much, or if he sings to me.
He sits up on a branch so high, so he can fly away,
But I know that he likes it there, and that he wants to stay!

I love to hear the Mockingbird that sits up in my tree
If I could reach the limb he's on, I'd put him on my knee.
I'd tell him what a joy he is, to listen to each day
And that I'd like to understand, just what he has to say.

I love to hear the Mockingbird that sits up in my tree
I wish he had a friend sometime, so happy he would be.
I guess that I could be his friend, for he does comfort me,
On lonely nights and rainy days, because I cannot see.

Poetry by Rita P Hestand