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Fancy Hair

I turned on the water sprinkler under the Weeping Willow A fine stream it did spray The tree was lacking the nourishment that it gets from water For it has not rained much in many days As I was working in my kitchen and viewing the scene Along came a male Red Cardinal On a rose bush he did preen Just close enough to the water to receive a fine spray When he was water coated, he flew away Up into the Weeping Willow and puffed his feathers out Shook his tiny body as a dog after taking a bath Then he sat in the Weeping Willow and rested for a spell Before he had time to dry, a Black Bird Landed on a Weeping Willow limb Just close enough to the spray to get his shower today Very intelligent these birds of the yard Knowing how to refresh and clean their feathers Sometimes I wonder if they are not more intelligent Than some of the humans that have big brains And fancy hair.... (I'll call it free verse for no other reason than I don't know where else it would fit.)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/30/2010 4:09:00 AM
Lovely written, Sara, and you might be right what you said about humans. Some birds are very intelligent. Did you kno that raven can learn to speak and so does the jay (Garrulus glandarius) no to forget parrots and especially the Kea native to New Zealand! I do love birds and theirt behaviour, especially the robin. Enjoyed your poem very much and thank you for your kind comments...Gert
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Date: 6/29/2010 6:43:00 PM
Birds are pretty entertaining sometimes, as is this poem!
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Date: 6/28/2010 4:46:00 PM
I enjoyed this scene today, I have seen the birds do some strange and funny things!! thanks!
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Date: 6/28/2010 3:51:00 PM
Sara, The way my hair looks these last few weeks with all the wind I probably look like then after the get wet and fluff their feathers. Love it. God Bless, Cile
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