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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/9/2009 4:00:00 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."
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Date: 5/9/2009 7:46:00 AM
Hi Laura.. excellent writing, impressive. ... ps thanks for the comment
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Date: 5/5/2009 11:59:00 PM
Fascinating creatures Laura.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comment
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Date: 5/4/2009 11:26:00 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
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Date: 5/3/2009 11:17:00 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
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Date: 5/3/2009 8:06:00 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
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Date: 5/2/2009 2:42:00 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
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Date: 5/2/2009 1:48:00 PM
lovely poem....written with great flow n rhythm.....really enjoyed this read...love n smiles Maryam*
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Date: 5/2/2009 12:15:00 PM
Deep longing occurs when the song birds vanish, compelling piece...Raul
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Date: 5/2/2009 12:10:00 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
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