Poetry by Jeff Green

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The cheek of it!

by cricketjeff on May 27, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Wittwitwit you whistle when you’ve eaten all the seeds
Though there are a lot you’ve scattered on the ground
For your gorgeous flash of colour I will gladly pay in feeds
The prettiest looking thing for miles around

When the children once grew sunflowers you were happy for a week
As you ate the seeds and chased the rest away
Now I listen in the kitchen so I know I’ll hear you speak
And see a sight that’s sure to make my day!