Nesting Box

Bluebird nesting box,
built with love. Toils to survive
cold spring nights, unforgiving.

Toiling, foraging
Worms, insects make a nice meal
Insatiable mouths
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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August 21, 2009 at 10:05 AM
Terrific Haiku Doris, beautifully written>>James
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August 13, 2009 at 3:17 PM
Doris, I have given you an assignment to write a Limerick for a game. Then you assign one to someone else. Mon
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August 13, 2009 at 9:26 AM
Very nice..my favorite form of poetry...BG
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August 13, 2009 at 8:51 AM
Somehow these birds manage to "survive cold spring nights" and live to fill the world with their delightful songs. The mother bird is much like the human mother, always putting her children first. Lovely poem, Doris! I have been relocating and have not yet had a chance to welcome you to the Soup. Your work is a delightful addition. Lovely poem! Best wishes, Carolyn
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August 13, 2009 at 7:47 AM
Doris thank you for sharing your Haiku's today. I enjoyed the read, Love, Carol
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August 13, 2009 at 7:31 AM
Doris, Very nice Haiku. I visited West Virgina one spring and for the first time ever, saw blue birds visting a nesting box. Thus, this poem brings back fond memories. And I must say that when people say that someone "eats like a bird," implying that they only at a small amount, the phrase is deceiving. Birds eat non-stop, all day long!!!! I bet they eat more than a pig if you think about the ratio between intake and body size. LOL As you see, I enjoyed your charming poem. Lovingly, DAS-J
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August 13, 2009 at 7:01 AM
Just a note about Wak'n Up With a Dog..Yep that happen this morning. I got up at 3:30 and was hurting so that I could not go back to sleep. Rocky got in the bed and the poem tells the rest of the story. Mom
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August 13, 2009 at 6:45 AM
Daddy Bluebird has stamina and love. Nicely written. Mom
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