Can't. Draw. Birds.

This is Trouble the Cat. Sitting regally (with an air of boredom) on a bed.
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The two avians in the second picture are a Puddleduck and a Cuckoo from today's poem. That is the most identifiable version of them that i was able to draw. Somehow, i managed to capture the cuckoo's half-longsuffering, half-trepidatious quality! :) But I couldn't keep it up. So...use your imagination as you read this poem:

"Cuckoo, dear," said Puddleduck,
"I think it's time you knew
That swimming is the greatest thing
A bird could ever do!"
"But I'm not built like you!" frowned cuckoo,
"Darling, stop and think:
Your feet are webbed, you're born to float!
But I would surely sink!"
"Aw, you're just scared," sniffed Puddleduck,
"And talking like I'm dumb!"
She cried five tears, till Cuckoo sighed,
"Alright, I guess I'll come."
"Hooray! You won't be sorry! I'm
So happy I could burst!"
"Please don't. I couldn't take it if
This day got any worse."
They reached the pond and dipped their toes,
Then quickly drew them out--
"You're kidding, right?!" shrieked Cuckoo.
Puddleduck began to pout.
"Stupid winter! I forgot.
Well, isn't this just great?"
"Don't fret," said Cuckoo, brightening,
"I'd love to learn to skate!"
They waited for a couple days
Until the pond was ice,
Then skated to their heart's content,
"Oh yeah, this is the life!"