Sue Mason Poet Free verse

Birds

They've come again, my feathered friends
to bob and weave amid the seed.

Kamikaze bombers they
who swoop down feet first to land,
munch some seed, swoop again
and fly away.

Silly squabbling squawkers peck and toss
sunflower seeds to those who wait
outside the fray.

Wonder how they feel today ...
do they know what delight they bring
to old eyes that need to dance?

Do they have a sense of their own majesty
or is that left for humans to know
and watch how quickly it does go
away on a spring current.

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Ernilando Tugaff April 30, 2009 at 10:01 PM Sue, I am a bird watcher too. This scenario reminds me of my life in Hawaii for consecutive nine years. There are so many beautiful birds in that Paradise of the Pacific. Wonderful poem.Ernilando

Laura Mckenzie April 29, 2009 at 3:18 PM uhh I love the birds here in my yard to the are interested to watch. I throw out old fur from my rabbits nest box and watch them run and gather it as little birds with mustaches. Its funny to see great write! Laura :)

Daver Austin April 26, 2009 at 9:43 AM I wonder if the birds have signals? They seem to know if a cat is around. Is it the aerial view? Do they toss the sunflower seeds to one another? Being a bird feeder, an all around animal lover, I love your poem. Love, daver

L'Nass Shango April 22, 2009 at 7:54 AM This is so playful and sweet, and yet so full of sensitivity and respect for what many take for granted ... love

Robin L. Gass April 11, 2009 at 8:49 PM This is lovely, Sue. I love watching and listneing to the birds. Your imagery is wonderful. I also wonder about these things. Beautiful work, Sue. Thank you for your thoughtful comment! (My b/d is 12/24.) Love, Robin

Raul Moreno April 11, 2009 at 5:52 PM It's fan watching birds feed, nice work...Raul

Corinne Curcio April 10, 2009 at 8:41 PM Wonderful. As a birdwatcher, I was particularly struck by these lines: "do they know what delight they bring to old eyes that need to dance?" That is how I feel.It always gladdens my heart to see them

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen April 9, 2009 at 1:52 AM This is so cheerful and your imagery is wonderful. I love every word. The alliteration in "Silly squabbling squawkers..." has great rythum and "kamikaze bombers" reminds me of pelicans swooping down for the catch of the day. Thank you for this delightful poem.

Barbara Gorelick April 7, 2009 at 7:08 PM This is so good Sue, I often wonder too if they have any idea of their wonderful place in this world..Bg

Jim Skinner April 7, 2009 at 6:06 PM Great write Sue,always great to see the "Birds" bringing in the gentle unfolding of Spring.We have Humming birds here that come back every year.......Jim

Ronald Bingham April 7, 2009 at 3:17 PM Hummingbirds are my fascination, they amaze me how they can hover over an object. After sixty years last year I saw my first hummingbirds nest with three babies. I checked on them everyday till they left their nest, they were so tiny. Loved this write. God Bless, Ron

Sharon Winter April 7, 2009 at 12:51 PM I am so crazy about birds too. Was just watching a Robin take a bath in my flooded back yard. I was mesmerized. Love your poem. Love, Shar

John Loving Iii April 7, 2009 at 12:18 PM their own majesty; this line impressed me the most. because they are the Masters creation. this is a very good piece. John H LovingIII

James Marshall Goff April 7, 2009 at 11:09 AM Sue, really enjoy the poetic question towards the end, very lovely, Jim

Christopher Higgins April 7, 2009 at 11:03 AM Wonderful Sue...I love spring current..this entire piece is colored with words that brings it alive and makes it sing..well done...my birthday passed on February 3...thanks for asking.

Carolyn Devonshire April 7, 2009 at 10:38 AM "Kamikaze bombers...Silly squabbling squakers" are rich words to describe the behavior of birds. Our feathered friends are quite territorial. Love to watch them. Great poem, Sue!