Ode to Dirbs

Published by Muse on Dec 04, 2022


The dirb wanders fields of green
With legs so thin, they're not easily seen
They search for seeds and scraps to eat
A diet that is mostly sweet

Though fragile, their legs will mend
From every bump or stumble they fend
Their meat is bland, but filling too
An easy meal for those who pursue

But still the dirb goes on its way
In search of food to last the day
A creature small, but full of heart
It plays its part in nature's art.

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