Eight-line Poems

Boidies

Spring is sprung
da grass is riz
I wonders where da boidies is
da boid is on da wing
but dat’s absoid
da wing is on da boid.
Anon, although I always thought it was Jimmy Durante.

Boidies

The little ones all of a twitter,
Busy all day in the sun,
Humming bird flashes and glitters,
Whirring and drinks on the run,
The dove and the thrush straight and true,
The heron a glorious sight,
And the eagle so high in the blue,
Ah, to love the birds and their flights.


Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 01.08.23
Prompt: Ah, to love the birds and their flights.