The Bird

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I saw a little bird

On my way home

Pecking at a worm

completely alone.

He watched me coming

And coveting his stash

Undecided as he was

Made off in a dash.

I watched him running

Faster than my pace

And I swear he looked back

To see if I were still in the race.

Heavily laden, just like me

He paused again to think anew

Then seeing his chance

Over the fence he flew.

No more did I see him

So, I guessed he’d found a place

To have his feast in peace

Undisturbed and in no haste.