Mid-Augusting

When the words

Pick up rhythm

And the tempo

Starts to swing

I wonder what you’re

Up to

Now that you’re

Mid-Augusting

A mind can start

To wonder

When birds get

Hungry, they sing!

No matter how much

Feasting, they’ll

Want your Berry’s luster

Chirping until you

Muster the courage

To shoot little birdie

In her cage, my how

Birds do love to sing


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