A Flock

A flock of Blackbirds visited They fed on cracked acorns And left well filled; a few Robins Ate as each one returned Two Blackbirds came to drink water From the local shared fount Which each day slowly gets lower On these dry days their haunt Finis'

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Ndaba Sibanda

Date: 3/23/2013 4:16:00 PM

Lovely poem.

Donna Jones

Date: 3/22/2013 10:10:00 PM

Beautiful Sara...I can't keep either my bird feeder or bird bath filled right now...crazy...hope you are well and blessed..Donna

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/22/2013 8:05:00 AM

It is beautiful, Sara - I'm looking for signs of spring and listening for birdsong. - But winter and frost is still here. - Have a lovely weekend. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Michael J. Falotico

Date: 3/22/2013 7:50:00 AM

Images that blossom like spring..hugs always Michael

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/21/2013 10:29:00 PM

Hello Sara, your poems are always filled with the perfect imagery when it comes to nature... lovely...Linda

Russell Sivey

Date: 3/21/2013 7:51:00 PM

I am a rare breed my friend, I like those black birds, especially the raven! I have been so enthralled by the Edgar Allan Poe's work, The Raven that I have loved this color of bird...even though they are disgusting! Your poem is exquisite Sara, I love reading it this evening! What a fantastic piece, Great work!!

Richard D Seal

Date: 3/21/2013 6:46:00 PM

Lovely poem here Sara, must agree, they are fun and satisfying to watch. I think birds are one of natures greatest gifts. Thank you for looking in on my work. Take care, Regards Richard

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/21/2013 5:58:00 PM

It's fun to see them in their flocks. I think it is called congregations, something like that? Nice one, Sara.