Bird Bath
Out the door,
down the path
little birds take a bath.
Splashing loud so all can hear,
they don’t see who’s creeping near.
Flapping wings cease to flounce
when hungry Cat starts to pounce.
down the path
little birds take a bath.
Splashing loud so all can hear,
they don’t see who’s creeping near.
Flapping wings cease to flounce
when hungry Cat starts to pounce.
This poem is copyright (©) Sarah Steinbacher 2024
About the Writer
Sarah Steinbacher
Growing up Sarah wanted to be a teacher, writer, mom, and lawyer and she considers accomplishing three out of the four a win. A former national curriculum writer with an Ed.D. in education, she now enjoys writing children’s books that don’t shy away from life’s ups and downs. She lives in South Carolina with her husband, three children, three cats, and a tortoise. Follow Sarah on Twitter @SarahSteinbac11
