Bird Work Poems | Bird Poems About Work
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My morning coffee on the deck
A pure solace before breakneck
Birds sweetly singing!
My office desk a paper wreck
Everyday grind I've come to expect
Phone always ringing :(
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She built her nest of straw and mud,
anchored to the rocks on our entryway.
Through the glass in the front door,
we watched her as she sat up there
on her eggs, allowing babies to grow.
After they hatched, she hovered close,
quarreling at us for coming too near.
She sat motionless on the nest at night,
covering them for hours with her body,
warming with the spread of her wings.
I think she liked that nesting part best;
daylight brought endless hours of work,
bringing worms for wide, hungry mouths
and guarding nearby to keep danger at bay.
Then came the task of teaching them to fly;
an enormous effort for such a tiny mother.
We watched them grow too big for the nest,
crowding so their feathery butts hung over
the edge, their droppings cascading down
over the rocks, onto the porch below.
One morning's surprise brought a view
of an empty nest; the babies had flown.
Mother bird returned to begin once more.*
Amazed to see her back on the nest,
we opened the bird book to find her,
this Eastern Phoebe, who has found
home in Missouri, returning each year
to grace our mornings with sweet calls.
*Note: Our task was to suffer the obstacle course of a ladder, extension
cord, and a continuous fan on the front porch to keep baby birds from
smothering in the heat, plus scrubbing the crud off the porch floor. The
first two broods were okay, but, in July, the third try was a killer.
I do not know?
Above a crimson sun-raise.
Albino Hawk can soon fly.
He spots its prey, from miles away.
I'd dare say.
His swooping,swift, and sudden,
Entrance is frightening.
We squint with inferior eyes.
Upwards towards brilliant sky.
Grasping His awesome feats.
I'd dare say! Dumbfounded!
His weakness builds His strengths,
I'd dare ask.
If this progression lasts,
Will some day Hawk-eye, overcome us?
Somewhere from the third row.
Sits Darwin's eyes aglow.
Saying, "I told you so."
Just God Who says , "Not So."
And Id' dare ask.
"Does Hawk-eye own a soul?
You should very well know.
The nature of His game.
His assent more mundane.
We should very well say.
If truth we could grasp.
The Batman was standing to the side of the bumbershooter looking askance at
the penguins' aide so intent was the man in the plastic wrapper that he failed to
see Robin coming up behind them and lost his nanner in a Robin manner he
was soon tied up like a handcuff furrowing into the background noises of the
Penguin lair the hair of the penguin was slick jetted black ebon nighttime fright
and he launched a bird kick almost getting Batman in the jaw Robin came
unglued and he is rally very strong he launched another bird kick in the belly of
WHAM Whack Thwack POW SOCK WHAM the fight was soon over and the
Penguin land in jail.