Heard It From The Bird

Outside my bedroom window
a pine tree rests its bark,
Branches lead to a nest
on the edge a chirping lark.

Dandelions on a green lawn,
yellow florets, a white seed head,
The garden blooms beautiful
of fresh roses, pink and red.

A woodpecker chips the wood away,
with a beak, looking for ants,
but if you should hear it talking
I'd give that bird a chance.

If you could understand a chirp
enough to spread the word,
Gossip is disrespectful
unless you heard it from the bird.

A wise cracking owl gives a hoot,
could joke, riddle me a game,
But without a flying tattler
there would be no one to blame.

A whisper from a devoted robin
to repeat every spoken word,
Believe it or not, he finds a way
to share what he has heard.