The Little Bower

• David Evans, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

The little bower made to impress,
Blue, blue, blue explodes,
He rushes back, beak full,
And starts to unload,

Someone special peeps through the trees,
And starts to twitter a little tune,
He looks and swells wanting to impress,
She hops and inspects a spoon,

She walks and sits looking up,
Peeking through the bower,
Eggs are coming, happiness too;
For the Little bird by the bower.