Thanksgiving
The turkey is a mournful bird
From all that I have ever heard;
If he could live this day to see
How very thankful he would be!
The Nest
That tree has a nest,
And if I lie
Quite still, and if I
Have luck, I may see
Two heads or three
Stretched out. Hark! hark!
Wings sound! And a dark
Shadow comes flying
Through boughs. They are trying
To reach the food that the large bird brings.
Unfinished wings
Are such curious things!
They are almost old enough to fly,
The three. If they knew
As I do, and you,
That nests are cozier than the sky!
UNFINISHED WINGS ARE SUCH CURIOUS THINGS