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Footsteps I hear upon my roof
Wonder just who it could be
Clicking and scuffing this I hear
I look up but cannot see
Who could be up atop my house
And why would they choose that spot
To play and wander all about
Even during summer's hot
Then over the edge of the eaves
A small head and than some more
My feathered friends come a trouping
Oh so many birds galore
How can little things that can soar
Make such a din on my roof
Maybe giving out free bread crumbs
Is perhaps a tiny goof
What started as birds just a few
Has become hundreds I find
Alfred Hitchcock's movie "Birds"
Sneaks into my silly mind
© By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)
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