The Jesus Bird
Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 3:08 pm
He profits from extended toes
As o’er the lily pads he goes.
His call is just a quiet screech,
Although he’s not inclined to preach.
He’s tiny and he has no beard;
This lily trotter’s really weird.
He wears a robe – a feathered suit;
He’s light of foot, this little coot.
A miracle he doesn’t sink
And end up drowning in the drink.
He seems so happy, not a care,
But then he has no cross to bear.
© Dennis N. O'Brien, 2011-2012
As o’er the lily pads he goes.
His call is just a quiet screech,
Although he’s not inclined to preach.
He’s tiny and he has no beard;
This lily trotter’s really weird.
He wears a robe – a feathered suit;
He’s light of foot, this little coot.
A miracle he doesn’t sink
And end up drowning in the drink.
He seems so happy, not a care,
But then he has no cross to bear.
© Dennis N. O'Brien, 2011-2012
