SILLY LILY POEM BY FIONA CUMMINGS

SILLY LILLY BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Where is my lily

I  know it sounds silly

But for sure it was planted

Now I can’t find it

Tall and orange

How can it be missing

Stood on its own

Not close enough to be kissing

Any other plants

Like a Queen on a thrown

Has it been stolen

Doubt it as no one can get in

Been lifted and thrown in the bin?

Don’t think so as gardener hasn’t been

Where is my poor flower

Gone in an hour

Has a bird pinched it

And carried it off

To a garden fit for fliers

Excluding the moth

Where bird tables are  full

Everything is so beautiful

Water is forever fresh

Seeds in a stone dish

Bread galore

For birds who eat from the floor

 There is a little store

That sells everything for birds

Including fresh worms

Berries and oats

Lakes full of ducks

 On swans they float

Big smiles on their faces

 Chancing their luck

A free ride from a swan

Makes a happy duck

 So where is my flower

Been won by bird power

Oh well I will have to buy another