Poem – Hunting At Sunrise

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Jess Lynnt @Jessicalynnt has set another of her clever poetry challenges – this time we are to use the words late, rushed, hurry, hectic, busy. So, here is my attempt for this week. Poem – Hunting At Sunrise The Early Bird Overslept again The Thrush rushed his flight causing great pain To his wings, overtaking Alice’s late White Rabbit For who lack of punctuality was a recurring habit But the worm had gone to The Earlier Bird Who sang of his record breaking flight loud enough to be heard Across the busy woodland vale. The ex-early bird’s beak turned pale Until he saw that he had no need to worry He had been rather premature in his frantic hectic hurry For the clocks had been reset and now he was an hour ahead He could even have had extra time in bed The Earlier bird was actually a late night owl Finishing off his long busy night-time prowl. The Early Bird retained his reputation He was the first worm Catcher to strike anywhere across the nation. The worms were stupid, getting up early too Wondering why so very few Of them poking heads up to watch the sun rise in the sky Didn't Get themselves bitten in two, having to die. Maybe if they slept in until the birds flew away The Worms could enjoy the sun and soil for another day. Arthur Chappell