A Hoot And A Holler Poem by Lauren Coles

A Hoot And A Holler

People can't understand how birds communicate,
Winter is coming,
Kids learn that birds migrate in school,
Mothers bare the long winter sitting on their eggs,
If only birds had phones to call each other,
This question will have to wait until spring.

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