Today's poem is by Helen Frost


How do puffins find their way home?
Like people gathered for a feast,
they fly in from the sea, return
home to their island cliffs each spring.
Nesting in deep burrows, each pair
tends one chick—see how they carry
fish in their bright beaks, head to tail,
like children in a crowded bed.

Copyright © 2006 Helen Frost All rights reserved
from The Braid
Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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