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City Bird Bath

If I were a sparrow And lived in the city, Where soot and pollutants Could make feathers gritty… I’d fly to the Garden Near 103rd, The perfect location To bathe for a bird. For there, in a fountain, A girl holds a bowl And the trickling water Needs naught to cajole. So the sparrows all flutter To romp and to splash For a minute or two Then they’re gone in a flash… While the humans sit watching With grins on each face As the birds take a bath In this lovely sweet place.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 5/13/2019 1:56:00 PM
Sparrows in New York city? How do they put up with all the noise? The dominant bird here in Westerly is the robin – thousands, in fact! And in a few weeks, when eggs hatch, there will be thousands more! I'll be spotting blue egg shells everywhere I walk! Occasionally a little newborn fallen out of its nest, a tasty tidbit for a hungry predator. Informative write about New York city bird life. / M
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Date: 5/12/2019 8:45:00 PM
This is so well-imaged, Ilene. I can just picture the bird bath there near 103rd Street. Ah, New York, New York: Some love to hate it; but I truly love it. Often wish I were there, instead of stuck on the farm here in Chicago...Then I look at the price tag living there comes with, and I am chastened. Oh, well. Happy Mother's Day to you. ~ gw
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Date: 5/8/2019 3:00:00 PM
Sounds a perfect oasis for our feathered friends ilene.
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Date: 5/8/2019 1:59:00 PM
- Good to know that there is a safe and beautiful place for birds in town ... so wonderful to see them bathing :) - I do not live in the city ... here is free air and clean water for the birds :) ... - (... but we have had some snow this month, Ilene ... I'm waiting for the summer :) - A lovely poem :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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