Those of a Feather (Series)

"At the Boardwalk"
Little stranger by the shore
He walks with just clumsy grace
And calls after me like a fretful child --
He has gotten his feet wet

"Drop in a Deluge"
The sparrow chirps all day long
He tries so desperately at wooing song
But there's none to greet him but horns and blasts
And the sly naughty hiss of my neighbor's cat

"Didn't you hear my golden trill?"
Says the red-breasted gentleman
And hops and swaggers to the doubting eye
Of his drab, drawn companion

The child with the yellow face
Likes to make humor at me
And falls down head-first
Half-peeking at me all the while