Poopless birds

Poopless birds have come to roost in Autumn.
Their sweet voices have taken over my Alexa.
Sleep has returned to my fevered brain,
as they whistle, chirp, warble, trying to take over,
not content to sing in the background,
These brilliant, poopless burds let me sleep,
as I do in Spring when the weather warms the Earth.
They arrived only yesterday, but it seems as though,
they have been here always.
I never have to feed them, nor give them water.
They bring the beauty of the Lord’s majestic Creation,
within the little box of an amazon echo Alexa.

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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