[Birthe Myers]

After John's beastly baby biters some sugar sweet sleepers. Have you ever wondered where the birds sleep?

The birds that have the daylight shift
The twitterers and singers,
The little hatch, the speedy swift,
And robins, spring’s harbingers,
All find a perch when darkness falls
In ivy growing up on walls
Or hidden in the tops of trees
Protected from the cooling breeze,
And there they snuggle up and keep
Each other warm and go to sleep.

The heron and the egret,
The willet and the stilt
Have hides in places secret,
In clumps of reeds and silt.
With plover, loon and curlew
They rest till morning’s dew
Lies heavy on each blade of grass
And glints like tiny shards of glass
in early morning’s rising sun.
Then all the birds know day’s begun

Birthe