Strange Birds
Listen to Julie read her poem ...
Last Monday, I strolled past a twisted old tree
when I noticed a turkey was glaring at me.
“Hey Turkey,” I called to the gobbling bird,
“How’s it going up there?” But he said not a word.
On Tuesday, I jogged by a goose on a wall.
I hollered, “Don’t fall!” But she cared not at all.
On Wednesday, I spotted a duck in a car.
That made me wonder if ducks can drive far.
On Thursday, an ostrich swam laps in the pool.
I tossed him some sunscreen and headed to school.
Friday was quiet. But then came a knock.
Can you guess who it was? A friendly peacock.
when I noticed a turkey was glaring at me.
“Hey Turkey,” I called to the gobbling bird,
“How’s it going up there?” But he said not a word.
On Tuesday, I jogged by a goose on a wall.
I hollered, “Don’t fall!” But she cared not at all.
On Wednesday, I spotted a duck in a car.
That made me wonder if ducks can drive far.
On Thursday, an ostrich swam laps in the pool.
I tossed him some sunscreen and headed to school.
Friday was quiet. But then came a knock.
Can you guess who it was? A friendly peacock.
This poem is copyright (©) Julie Honan Johnston 2023
About the Writer
Julie Honan Johnston
Julie is originally from Kansas City, Missouri, where cicadas sing so loud in the summertime that people sometimes need to speak a little louder while having dinner outside. She now lives in Northern California where her two kids often provide dinnertime cicada-like noises. She writes children’s books, poetry, and other whimsies for people of all ages.
