Hilda Greenhough Poet Rhyme

Birds' Day

They dive and circle as if in hypnotic state,
Tiny wrens, and ravens, and coal black crows.
When trucks dumps their loads, the flurry of fowl contemplate
Savory morsels or just household throws.

The noise of large tractors, and of sharp shrills and caws,
Of wild wings flapping over a landfill,
The thrown scraps from a table bring the birds to a pause,
Then landing en mass for a full belly fill.

It's exciting to watch them,  yet worries my mind.
Some of the garbage is not fit to eat.
To the forests and meadows, there are rich foods to find,
While hanging bird feeders are quite a treat.

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Marikate Kingston March 13, 2026 at 9:42 PM As I age I appreciate nature so much. It is especially nice when you wake up to the sounds of birds chirping. I live in the northeast and we are just starting to hear birds again from the feeder in the early am. "Thank goodness for the forests and the meadows" I loved that line, it's very true, thank goodness is right, as many other animals suffer in much the same way. Hilda Greenhough March 17, 2026 at 6:58 AM Thank you for reading Bird's Day. Poetry has a readiness of words when it's bout birds. Their very voices sing poems.

Dr. Vandana Sharma October 13, 2025 at 10:40 PM Very thoughtful of you and we all should learn to appreciate every creature of the earth . Hilda Greenhough October 14, 2025 at 5:42 AM Animals are amazing. We can observe a bit of the dinosaurs in the birds. Thank you for your concern.

Richard Lamoureux April 27, 2025 at 7:02 AM This brought a smile to my face. Hilda Greenhough April 27, 2025 at 8:14 AM Thank you for reading my poem.

Valsa George April 27, 2025 at 4:59 AM Love watching birds and their feeding habits. Your poem on birds is a joy to read. Many of the beautiful species are getting extinct because of environmental pollution. Very sad! Hilda Greenhough April 27, 2025 at 5:07 AM Thank you.

Zyrool Gifford April 26, 2025 at 1:25 PM Hello Hilda, this is a touchingly beautiful piece on the plight of one of God’s creatures. It’s sad that their environment is being destroyed, hence they are forced to go landfills. Nicely done, my friend. Hilda Greenhough April 26, 2025 at 3:47 PM Thank you. I'm thankful that the many bird lovers and bird organizations are racing to save them.

Alesia Leach April 8, 2025 at 4:47 PM This was so vivid and thoughtful--I could see the wings, hear the caws, feel the flurry. And while I was reading, I found myself worrying about the ones who get caught in plastic, the ones who don’t make it. This poem stirred more than I expected. Beautiful, and quietly powerful. Hilda Greenhough April 25, 2025 at 8:56 AM Thank you for your compassionate reply. I love all animals too.

Paula Goldsmith April 4, 2025 at 11:54 AM What a fun "Bird's Day" write you have here. I love birds and hearing them sing. A great way to end with feeding them. Have a lovely day with your birds.......... Hilda Greenhough April 4, 2025 at 6:35 PM There aren't enough birds lately. I hope they return. Thank you for your comments.

Kim Rodrigues April 4, 2025 at 8:36 AM Oh yes, who cares for the birds? When God renews the earth, it will be heaven on earth. Hugs! A fantastic write filled with imagery to contemplate. Fave Hilda Greenhough April 4, 2025 at 6:34 PM Thank you for your love of birds. I enjoyed writing this poem. Thank you for the fav.

Richard Lamoureux April 4, 2025 at 6:06 AM Happy Birdsday. I do love this time of year waking up to the sounds of birds. I enjoyed this poem and understand your concern for them. Hilda Greenhough April 4, 2025 at 6:33 PM Thank you. The birds were part of humanity's world before the first man was created.

Michael Tor March 31, 2025 at 9:07 PM I can see what you have written. When I use to go to the lake Id bring popcorn and feed the seagulls. I was fun to watch them run to the food. I love birds and when I was young my mom belong to a bird watchers club I use to go with her. Learned so much and have been a bird watcher all my life. Thanks for sharing. Hugs... Hilda Greenhough April 2, 2025 at 3:09 PM I'm so happy to have discovered another bird afficionado. Birds are the flowers of the sky. Thank you for your comment.

Suzanne Delaney March 31, 2025 at 5:34 AM The beauty and variety of birds brings such pleasure to our lives. I do hope certain species don’t end up extinct. Too much attention is paid to some facets of life and not enough to others areas like preservation of nature. Enjoyed yor observations, hilda. Hilda Greenhough March 31, 2025 at 6:42 AM I agree with you. Much can be done for preservation. Thank you for your visit.

Gary Radice March 17, 2025 at 11:05 PM Hi Hilda. First up, great imagery. It's mesmerizing watching birds eat at a landfill. Two things I took from your poem: the danger to birds from plastics etc and the amount of food we humans waste and throw away. Cheers - Gary Hilda Greenhough March 17, 2025 at 11:11 PM I guess we have plastic in our brains, too. That is what I heard on t.v. Plastics are difficult to get rid of, and no one wants to go back to glass bottles. Thanks for your comment.

Anne-Lise Andresen March 16, 2025 at 10:18 AM - I've seen birds with their stomachs full of plastic, Hilda ...it's horrible - My garden has several bird boxes and hanging feeders...I only feed them in the winter months...live in the country... here is a lot of "safe" food in the wild :) - hugs Hilda Greenhough March 16, 2025 at 11:43 AM Thank you for your concern for the birds. The plastic horrified me. It is sad when a pristine country like Norway has such a problem.

Paige Hind March 14, 2025 at 6:52 PM Aw, this is interesting! And cute! Hilda Greenhough March 14, 2025 at 8:26 PM I just read that some formerly common birds are now in danger of becoming extinct. Thank you for reading my poem.

David Crandall March 13, 2025 at 8:48 PM Hmm, I don't know. I was a a park recently, and there were a lot of beautiful migrating Canadian geese, and the sign said, not to feed them, and yet people were, and not only that, but the geese were also really aggressive, coming right up to people. Hilda Greenhough March 13, 2025 at 9:02 PM I noticed that Canadian geese eat grass. Thanks for your interest in birds.

Victor Buhagiar March 12, 2025 at 11:43 PM This is a lovely poem Hilda. I think birds, being more intelligent than we are, know what scraps to eat. Hilda Greenhough March 13, 2025 at 1:28 AM Thank you. I am hoping that their instinct provides some protection. I see that you have a parakeet above your name. I believe that you enjoyed birds.

Valsa George March 12, 2025 at 9:02 PM Watching birds is always fun. I love seeing birds in their natural setting. Picking up feed from the garbage may not be always healthy for them. In the forests, they can get fruits and other healthy edible stuff. Beautifully written poem, Hilda. Hilda Greenhough March 12, 2025 at 9:06 PM Thank you, Valsa. I enjoy hearing from you.

Gershon Wolf March 12, 2025 at 7:26 PM Hopefully, the birds don't go 'hog-wild,' Hilda! ~ gw Hilda Greenhough March 12, 2025 at 9:05 PM Lol. I like birds, even crazy ones.

Jan Allison March 12, 2025 at 3:40 PM excellent description Hilda. i was watching some rooks in our garden, one had a huge piece of bread and was chasing the other birds if they dared to get near - really made the phrase pecking order come to life! hugs jan xx Hilda Greenhough March 12, 2025 at 5:05 PM Thank you. Birds can be beautiful and bossy. I wonder if they get headaches having a short season before packing and migrating south.

Evelyn Judy Buehler March 12, 2025 at 3:21 PM Hilda, It was wonderful to observe the delightful activities of the birds, through the words of your beautiful poem. The title is awesome, too. :) Hilda Greenhough March 12, 2025 at 5:02 PM Seeing birds brings me sunshine. Thank you for your generous words. May sunshine come your way.

Paula Goldsmith March 12, 2025 at 12:11 PM It was fun to read your bird write. It is fun to watch the birds. Have a blessed day bird watching........... Hilda Greenhough March 12, 2025 at 1:29 PM Paula, thank you for reading my bird poem. I hope you have lots of nice birds where you live, and even the not so nice birds ( owls). Have fun writing your wonderful poems.

Susan Ashley March 12, 2025 at 11:41 AM Dear Hilda, as a fellow bird lover, I do all I can in my neck of the woods to look after the beautiful birds that visit my gardens and feeders. But like you I worry about them and their ability to survive in this world that we've created and one that is changing too quickly for their adaptability to survive. Your heartfelt poem gently prods the reader to consider this while promoting a sense appreciation for their beauty. A splendid poem, your golden thought-provoking pen shines! Warmest wishes my poet friend.. ~Susan

Shadow Hamilton March 12, 2025 at 8:39 AM lovely Hilda I too love birds a lovely poem o read hugs Shadow Hilda Greenhough March 12, 2025 at 11:19 AM Thank you. I just realized that I have quite a few bird poems. I think I'll write another, and change it up a little. Hugs and have a wonderful day.

Daniel Henry Rodgers March 12, 2025 at 5:18 AM Dear Hilda, Very thought-provoking, nature’s resilience meeting the chaos of human waste. The contrast between instinct and survival lingers, making me ponder what we leave behind. Your keen eye and gentle concern make this art piece not just observant, but deeply meaningful. Beautiful work! Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel Hilda Greenhough March 12, 2025 at 7:25 AM I appreciate your remarks. I am concerned for birds. Thank you for reading my poem. Congratulations again on your POTD.

Joseph P. DiMino March 12, 2025 at 3:26 AM I know, I agree...I have a little birdbath in my backyard, an oasis in the desert for many of our beautiful, winged friends. Hilda Greenhough March 12, 2025 at 7:22 AM I should get a birdbath. Thank you for reading my poem. Enjoy the birds.

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