Loose Feathers - Fred Williamson
Loose feathers birds in nest,
Mother feeds them she knows best.
A chorus of chicks twitter and tweet,
Young bird song sound so sweet.
With new feathers and learning flight,
Spread and flap wings with all their might.
Young birds almost grown,
From the nest will soon have flown.
To build a nest of twigs and straw,
And raise young ones of their own.
With loose feathers,
To keep them warm.
Fred Williamson
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