Chirp. I’ll Do It Myself

Flutters, lands on the perch
Starts feeding. Baby arrives
Head up, mouth open
Chirps. Loud chirps
Flutters wings
Waits
Mother ignores,
Feeds on my Wild Bird Seed
While waiting Baby pecks
Feeds

I learned to balance
Ride my bike
When my mother
Let go the bicycle seat.

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