Early this morning as I was walking,

A dainty rust colored bird was already,

Fixing breakfast for her family.

 

From the damp green lawn,

She tugged and extracted

A long brown worm.

 

Adjusting it in her mouth,

And vigorously flapping her wings,

She flew off to her nest.

 

The worm dangled in the morning air,

His fate settled by the determination

Of a mother feeding her hungry family.

 

Our grandchildren love waffles,

Crepes, bacon, and eggs,

Can ‘worm’ be as delicious to little birds?

                                                      Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                 June 2009