As I am running
Rain is falling softly down
I am breathing deep

What are Knee Snocks
If you can’t wear
Them with anything you
Like.
They look especially
Renegade with a turtle neck
And a pair of party pumps

What are Knee Snocks
If you can’t wear
Them with anything you
Like.

They are a nice addition
to pedal pushers too,
Not the pink ones though
I am rather partial to the blue.

Knee Snocks can be the Renegades,
Ruffians of the wardrobe.

What is the sense of
Having them
If you can’t wear
Them with anything you
Like.

The wind
the blue
the edge
The nothingness of not having the blue
as it sinks
into  the sea

The Lubbadoo bird
has the sweetest night
song you have ever heard
When she is putting her babies to
sleep in her nest
You can hear her song in the
Quietness.

The Abbadoo bird is the one
Who creates for each little
Bird their particular musical
note. It is the first chirp that
comes out of their throat.

When he hears all the notes
he starts to hum along and
so creates the Lubbadoo Song.

So, at night, if you listen
in the stillness quite clear
you will hear the Lubbadoo
Song float to your ear.

There is a special birdie

That I hold near and dear

I would like to introduce her

to this blogosphere.

Plethora Begora is her name

Once you are around her

You will never be the same.

She is a special species from

the Genus Scatterbrain

I believe she is a cousin,

that is, the families are the same.

Her chirps are a word salad with

flights of birds and ideas

So now I think you’ve guessed

why I have invited her to this place

that is here.

There are other Birdseed family members

but they haven’t been created yet

So you will have to wait until they’ve

been Hatched (by me) and put into this

nest.

Fondly,

Miss Birdseed

My husband, Alan Fendrich for getting me started on blogging and his continued technical support…
My youngest daughter Emma for her donation of her photo for my blog header
My grandsons for providing the antics and inspiration
My older children for
not blocking my emails when I send them
my short stories and poems.
and to
my Uncle Frank for his ongoing encouragement as a “prejudiced family member”
Many thanks

My name is Miss Birdseed

I am as Scattered as can be

I love to run here and there

And know not where I have been.

The information that you tell me

Goes in one ear and out

I am sure you think I’ll get it

If you yell and if you shout

I have an Irish Feather for

A Brain it is difficult to

Manage but sometimes

For what I do it could be an

Advantage.

My name is Miss Birdseed

I have many Scattered Thoughts

Like what I should be doing and

What I should be not.

Oh yes now I remember why

I was writing this…..

OH MY you look surprised.

THIS IS AN OFFICIAL

Invitation to my Blog.

I knew there was a reason that

Had momentarily slipped my mind.

All my friends and family are being

Invited into a friendly place of

Thoughts and Words and Rhyme.

And with exceptions made for the

occasional Angry Rhinoceros

who will come in from time to time

(he is harmless he belongs to me)

Some Thoughts are Deep and some not so

Deep but really come from inside.

I hope you will stay tuned in

For my Scattered Thoughts

For they will be on the Blog

Barring Writer’s Block (of course)

Truly yours (at least some of the time)

Miss Birdseed