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Grasps

male mockingbird grasps last year's bean vines in May's brisk breeze plumage flies westward down to line newly made nests harm-free, warm place to rear young
down-in this poem means the soft under feathers(usually goose down is used but here it means the soft feathers of the mockingbird)
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Kerr Avatar
January 31, 2026 at 10:57 PM
Sara, A monumental tanka whose quality is obvious. It has an exciting pulse that tapers off with such a charming end scene. Your review of Exile On A Whim I cherish, Howard
Kendrick Avatar
February 1, 2026 at 7:40 AM
Howard, those Mockingbirds are quite a species. They really defend their territory. Thank you for the visit and taking time to read it and comment. Sara K
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May 16, 2022 at 3:14 PM
A lovely tanka Sara. Our birds are just returning from the south but it may snow on the weekend. The trees are just in buds at the moment. love phyl
Kendrick Avatar
May 17, 2022 at 3:55 AM
Phyllis, We are quite warm here but probably no warmer than May in the past. I am just older and less able to adjust to the heat or cold. I hope you have a nice and enjoyable spring in the north. Thanks for the visit. Sara
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May 13, 2022 at 8:58 AM
We used to live in the East of the Gauteng area for years, but sold our huge home fist built by my parents and then renovated and refurbished by us, for a tiny cute, home, which we have named, our small villa, it was time to downsize. The beautiful trees in the Bryanston Sandton areas are scattered everywhere and we have nests and a great deal of bird life around us. Loved Your pic And how you described it Sara. Hugs, blessings, Jennifer. Lovely poem my friend. Blessings, Hugs Jennifer.
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May 17, 2022 at 3:51 AM
Thank you, Jennifer. My husband and I are needing to go smaller, but it probably will never happen. He doesn't want to give up the yard, land and gardening. He says he will be very bored and unhappy. We can't have that. I appreciate you dropping by. Sara
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May 12, 2022 at 4:51 PM
Lovely Tanka, Sara. Our birds are building nest in our front lawn trees this year. You painted a lovely scene. A poet friend in Texas, Bill
Kendrick Avatar
May 17, 2022 at 3:44 AM
Bill, Texas might be too hot for those birds this year I heard on the news it was going to be 100 degrees somewhere in Texas this week. Thanks for the visit to my page. Sara
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May 12, 2022 at 2:01 AM
Lovely tanka, Sara. beautiful imagery.
Kendrick Avatar
May 12, 2022 at 3:30 PM
Thank you, Harry. I appreciate the visit. Sara
Rodrigues Avatar
May 11, 2022 at 6:18 PM
Love first two lines! Great imagery, Sara! Be blessed, sweet lady!
Kendrick Avatar
May 12, 2022 at 3:27 PM
Thank you, Kim. The wind had that Mockingbird's feathers turned inside out that day. I need all the blessings I can get. Sara
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May 11, 2022 at 3:51 PM
They are so sweet and it is such a treat to watch them build their nests Sara, amazing poetry. Thankyou for sharing such an endearing moment :)
Kendrick Avatar
May 12, 2022 at 3:25 PM
I was happy to share an experience from the kitchen window, Mystic. Your visit was encouraging. Sara
Poet Avatar
May 11, 2022 at 2:21 PM
Great metaphors throughout your poem, Sarra. I really enjoyed reading it. Blessings
Kendrick Avatar
May 12, 2022 at 3:10 PM
Thank you, Sotto. Thanks for the blessings because I always need them. Sara
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May 11, 2022 at 7:43 AM
This is such a lovely poem full of imagery.
Kendrick Avatar
May 12, 2022 at 3:12 PM
Thank you, Victor. I am glad that saw the imagery as lovely. Sara
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