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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

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James Fraser

Date: 8/21/2009 10:05:00 AM

Terrific Haiku Doris, beautifully written>>James

Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/13/2009 3:17:00 PM

Doris, I have given you an assignment to write a Limerick for a game. Then you assign one to someone else. Mon

Barbara Gorelick

Date: 8/13/2009 9:26:00 AM

Very nice..my favorite form of poetry...BG

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 8/13/2009 8:51:00 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

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 8/13/2009 7:47:00 AM

Doris thank you for sharing your Haiku's today. I enjoyed the read, Love, Carol

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 8/13/2009 7:31:00 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

Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/13/2009 7:01:00 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

Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/13/2009 6:45:00 AM

Daddy Bluebird has stamina and love. Nicely written. Mom