Morning Writing

 

I sit here by my window

And watch the birds out on the sill.

They are pecking at the seed

In the feeder, I just filled.

 

I sit here at my laptop

Trying hard to write a bit.

Words aren’t coming easy

As I slowly lose my wit.

 

I fix a pot of coffee

Then I drink a cup or two.

I sit and watch the birds some more

As I finish off my brew.

 

I stare down at my laptop

As I go searching through my mind.

For some words of wisdom

And for some words that rhyme.

 

A bunch of Zebra Finches

Have gathered for a feast.

They got my full attention

And don’t mind me in the least.

 

A stream of words begins to flow.

As lines begin to form

And as the birds, all say goodbye

I have finally got my poem