Kim Rodrigues Poet Verse

Small Bodies With Feathers

Early morning delivers birdsong joys,
as the darkness is swept away by God.
Undulations for my ears, sonorous
and dear, over and over - I ponder
small bodies with feathers, noteworthy songs.

Why does their cadence console us each day
as the sunrise breaks forth with cheeriness?
How awfully sad that the night dwellers sleep!
They douse their ears with flammable liquid.
I weep for soused sufferers who miss out!

I spied the church steeple, with a “caw, caw.”
I bet those crows are there each day to greet
those seeking the inner doors of its peace.
Who notices but I, the poetess?
Who cares at all if crows speak well of us?

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Paige Hind September 26, 2023 at 2:49 PM Very pointed, your question...love this work! In my fav!

Gershon Wolf September 25, 2023 at 8:13 PM And from viewing the title, I was thinking this one might be 'Further Extensions of Pillow Talk.' ~ Sil Li Mi

Joseph P. DiMino September 24, 2023 at 5:10 AM My old crow speaks well of me...despite having lost most of my plume. Love it! A delightful, meaningful read.

Silent One September 24, 2023 at 3:06 AM Lovely poetry Kim, you always write so well and know how to create poetic imagery.. Kim Rodrigues September 24, 2023 at 4:55 AM Thank you, Silent One! I appreciate that! :)

Victor Buhagiar September 24, 2023 at 1:03 AM Splendid poem that brings songs to our attention. I love birds and always vote against hunters. Hugs. Kim Rodrigues September 24, 2023 at 4:56 AM Thank you, my friend! :)

Vijay Pandit September 23, 2023 at 10:20 AM Beautiful, sonorous vice to your poem, Kim. Indeed a joy to listen to their morning songs when all is quiet. A delightful poem, my friend. Kim Rodrigues September 23, 2023 at 10:28 AM Thank you, Vijay! It is good to get up early.

Karen Jones September 23, 2023 at 9:55 AM Interesting thought what birds think of us. As I read your poem at the exact line about the crow a crow here in North Carolina caw cawed. It was approval and a sign of a kindred spirit in your verses! Kim Rodrigues September 23, 2023 at 10:28 AM Thanks for sharing! I love that! They say crows are smart.