Laura Mckenzie Poet Free verse

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They come equal to clay statues painted with dwarf eyes
Greedily eating the treats I put out for them
They come over and visit cautiously 
Poking and picking and making a mess 
But I don’t mind 
I’ve missed their entertaining visits
They have flown far and wide 
Deliberate in the pattern of what is now a place of home
Dressed in navy feathers and tout heads 
Blue jays screeching about 
The ever so tiny chickadees  
With such perfect black caps about their heads 
Yesterdays vivid calling of the Baltimore oriole 
Showing off his bright orange hues
The life long, wondrous, sky scraping chatters  
All my little song birds are but are reminder of new beginnings 
And at times, harsh endings

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Carolyn Devonshire May 9, 2009 at 4:00 PM Beautiful poem, Laura! We have lots of birds in the woods behind my house, but the owls are amazing. I can just see all of the birds in your poem gathering in your yard "greedily eating the treats."

Colin Mitchell Williams May 9, 2009 at 7:46 AM Hi Laura.. excellent writing, impressive. ... ps thanks for the comment

Brian Strand May 5, 2009 at 11:59 PM Fascinating creatures Laura.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comment

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire May 4, 2009 at 11:26 PM Dear Laura, A beautiful POEM for the birds of many colours All I have is annoying wood peckers and the symbolic Bald Eagles I can see the eaglets from my front porch Thank-YOU for YOUR Gracious Comments This is a Superb POEM Blessings to YOU and YOURS ALWAYS...HG

Sharon Winter May 3, 2009 at 11:17 AM Hello sweet Laura, trying to make a slow come back here, starting with you. Blue jays are incredible and I must stop everything when I see one to watch. We have so many gorgeous cardinals, so I must be grateful for that. Love the birds, love your poem. Lots of love to you, Shar xoxo

Carrie Richards May 3, 2009 at 8:06 AM I love the message at the end....it brings hope to a gloomy, rainy day...lovely pictures in my mind, Laura. Thank you for that! ~ Carrie

James Marshall Goff May 2, 2009 at 2:42 PM Laura, this is the time! I just started hearing my beloved mourning doves late at night here (Minnesota) chickadees/cedar-waxwings/red-winged blackbirds/woodpeckers of various ice-cream colors, mergansers and loons on our lakes, whooshh! and more! love your poem! Jim

Maryam Jameela Haniff May 2, 2009 at 1:48 PM lovely poem....written with great flow n rhythm.....really enjoyed this read...love n smiles Maryam*

Raul Moreno May 2, 2009 at 12:15 PM Deep longing occurs when the song birds vanish, compelling piece...Raul

Daver Austin May 2, 2009 at 12:10 PM We feed and study the birds too, but hardly get more than starlings, a few crows, and, once in a while, a blue jay. The harsh endings are terrible, but that's nature, that's living. Great write Love, daver