Twinkle, Twinkle Poem

The neon moon was so bright, American owl who make the high squeal beat  effective and sensitive sound of nature, Rio bird made of blue, he has some equality singing voices in echoed by the woods, feathers were fade, extreme upgrade of color in pale orange, tiny of feet to dance away on the ground, it turns out to twirl around, let it bound alongside, a thirstiest bird made of red cardinal who guzzling down like crazy, not too lazy into the quiet littlest and smallest birdhouse in the world, what's happening those eggs were hatched by newborn birds, the mother, and father to teach them to fly among danceable clear sky gracefully inward, a birdy heaven was open to flock soothingly, big birds always said quack, quack like a duck nonstop action

Written by
Michael James Brindley
4-14-19