By hopping on the sidewalk, <br /> Putting back his wings <br /> And making small beak talk. <br /> The bird nibbles seed <br /> That comes from nearby weed, <br /> And steers his flight with his nearby tail: <br /> In the air, on the wind, he will sail.<br /><br />Anatole Kantor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bird/
