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Details | Haiku |

Birds In flight

Smart V formation
Families going south for winter
Food for the asking 

by eve roper 10/27/2014

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |


They organized a church bazaar,
To raise money for the poor.
A booth for selling chances
Was set up, outside the door.

When I bought the raffle ticket, 
My reasoning was murky,
And I could only just believe it,
When I won that doggone turkey.

Now, the kids were all excited
When we brought the critter home.
So we placed him in the barnyard, 
Where he'd have lots of room to roam.

Since the date was late October,
I'm quite sure you understand,
That to have him for Thanksgiving
Was my awe inspiring plan.

Well, the turkey was no birdbrain,
As I was very soon to find.
That bird knew what I was thinking;
Why, I declare, he read my mind. 

I let the children care for him,
To my most profound regret--
He turned on his charming manner,
And, quickly, he became their pet.

But that fact did not deter me,
I told myself it didn't matter.
I was dead set and determined
To see that gobbler on a platter.

When the kids perceived my purpose,
They turned on the tears and pleas.
Then, the wife joined in their chorus,
And that brought me to my knees.

So I told my grieving family
They could dry up, and relax.
I concealed my disappointment--
Went and put away the axe.

Came the dinner of Thanksgiving,
Not a sad face could be found.
And our live Thanksgiving turkey
Was the gladdest bird around. 

We gathered around the table,
And I humbly asked the blessing--
While Tom gobbled down his corn, outside,
We had hotdogs and dressing. 

Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

Feeding the Ducklings

She is a princess sitting on her throne;
her subjects down below now make their way
towards waiting hands, for only them alone
she holds a prize she wants to give away.

They paddle towards her through the river flow
to the reward she holds for them to share,
for she is here most every day to throw
this sustenance to them with gentle care.

She is their princess, and to her, they look
with eyes intent on gifts within her hand.
So cute they are, like in a story book,
the ducklings come; they seem to understand.

The sun is bright and water ripples dance
as these sweet creatures visit her today.
There is an air of symbiotic trance...
they come, she feeds...all share a 'love buffet'.

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Feeding the Ducklings
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 05/30/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

Pink and Grey Galahs

I see a pair of Pink and Greys
They fly on by my way
They seem to be so filled with health
To me they do have so much wealth

They're so majestic in the sky
As I see them flying by
And when they land upon a branch
It really puts me in a trance

Trays of seed I have for them
On which upon they land
Such a lovely sight to see
I could almost feed them from my hand

I love to see them feeding there
As the seed these two birds share

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |


Cool water teases and tickles my toes Whilst a warm summer breeze gently blows I sit here silently on the sun kissed wooden pier Somehow the ducklings know that I’m here! Mummy always gives me a big bag of bread So I make sure every duckling will get fed They quack and splash in the water so blue I love to watch them feeding, I really do! The ducklings gather round me patiently waiting Food in their tummies they are all anticipating I try to throw the bread far out to sea The ducklings quack ‘that piece is for me’ Soon the bread is gone, they have eaten every crumb Still they gather round me, but now my task is done It’s time for my dinner now, so I tell them I must go But I will return again tomorrow, I hope the ducklings show. Contest Feeding the Ducklings Sponsored by Eve Roper 05~04~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

Paying the High Price of Gas

I feel a blockage has occurred...
It must have been all that stuffing and Turkey bird...
The gurgles, the rumbling, the passing of gas...
It’s beyond my control ,Oh dear, please let this pass...
We have guests you see...
So I don’t have the privilege to just get up and flee...
No one should ever be in this state...
And I should never have put so much on my plate... 
Cause now I’m paying and to my demise ...
The rite of passage has been denied...
I feel like I may blow up and explode...
It’s times like this when you miss the commode...

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Twilight Moor

Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Abecedarian |

The ABCs of Things Green

The ABCs of Things Green

Algae, alligator, artichoke, asparagus, aphids, Andradite,
Brussels sprouts, broccoli, Buffalo Treehopper, and beans,
Cuckoo Wasp, Cabbage, cucumber, Common Green Darner, and celery 
Dog Day Cicada, Delphinium flowers diopside and dioptase, (rocks),
Emeralds, eyes, endive, evergreen trees, Emerald Ash Borer, Epidote
Ferns, Forests, Frogs, Fungus, Fork-tailed Bush Katydids, and fushite
Green Macaw, Green Jay, green onions, green bottles and boxes
Honeydew melons, Habanera chilies, and Hellebore, 
Indian peas, Irish moss, Iceberg lettuce, Ivy, and Iguanas,
Jade vine, Jack-in-the-pulpit, Jade, and the Jolly Green Giant
Kale kelp, katydid, kiwi fruit, kohlrabi, and the Keel Billed Toucan’s bill, 
Leeks, lemons, limes, leaf hoppers, leafy greens, and Leprechauns,
Mint jelly, Magnolia, Green Jumping Spider, Morrisonite Jasper, Malachite
New Zealand spinach, Napa cabbage, the Nile River, and Nephrite Jade, 
Olives, Ostrich fern, okra, Oak leaf lettuce, olive Sparrow and onion, 
Praying Mantis, peas, potato, parsnip, Peach-faced Lovebird, and Prehnite,
Question is, What green thing starts with Q?  Some quarks do.
Runner-beans, Ruby-throated Hummingbird, Rose quartz, and Rue,
Saddleback Caterpillars, Southern Emerald Moths, snow peas, Serpentine
Tadpole, Turtle, Turf, Turnip greens, Turaco, and Toxic Torbenite,
Unripe bananas and Ugli fruit (both are green then orange) 
Velvet Beans, Vidalia Onions, Vegetable leaves, Varovite, and Varisite
White-winged Parakeet, watercress, winter purslane, and wild leek 
Xigua melon is a yummy treat
Yellow onions, Yellow-chevroned parakeet, Yellow-green vireo, and yarrow,
Zuchini is the last, but not the least of the ABC’s of Things Green.

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2015

Details | Burlesque |


For this Turk Turku is a 1-horse
city but he has got to have horse
sense. He will not be as happy as a peacock in Turkey.
Hindi, the Turk word for turkey, is how we'll call this turkey.
Hindi, when living in Turkey, was a horse
dealer. Today he's no longer into horse
trading. He quit selling that drug. One morning
when he got up all his belongings were gone
He was shocked & almost started mourning
over this theft like a baby. His gun

gone too. Instead of going bananas
he sat down & thought: "That a lot of my country fellas have a monkey
on their backs is my bad! I won't cry over my pilfered pelf! No more monkey
business! From now on I decide to be a good egg!
I'm starting a new life! Today I cease being a yegg"
The Turk turkey put all his eggs
in one basket & wended his way to Turku!

He got a job in a Turkish bath as a front desk clerk. One noon he met a not
pigheaded porky from Alaska who told him had quit smoking blunt cold turkey
of late & was quite itching to relapse. Hindi didn't want to be a cold turkey
nowadays so he gave him advice on withdrawal. He jotted down some
notes for the porcupine to read & apply & didn't ask, at all, a sum
of money in exchange for the nice advice. The porky thanked him a lot & got
inside the bath. Finn tongue was Greek to Hindi
Whenever he had a chance, took a gander at

the phrasebook to learn Finnish.
At 5 pm he was glad to finish
his shift get the puck
out of that place
go home have duck
soup & plaice.
He wanted to invite the hake for supper. The latter
refused, didn't want to feel like a fish out of water.
Hindi, quite offended, told him off but it was like water
off a duck's back. He didn't want dinner alone, so
he thought who else could come. Bingo! The sow!
And she did. He did indeed bring home the bacon.
The food was very simple to prepare. It was duck
soup. He was cocksure the sow would love duck
soup & plaice. For dessert, a piece of cake
they'd have. Cooking all this was a piece of cake
without doubt. When nosh was ready, the sow
brooded over & said: "Wait a sec. This is so
weird. You invited the hake, a fish, to eat plaice.
You're eating duck & you're a turkey. In place
of eating explain. Are you a cannibal?" "Clam
up & pig out!" he said, not happy as a clam.

"O In a pig's eye I will! You are such a cold fish!
Horsefeathers! Besides, I am no longer hungry!
I've never seen anything like this in Hungary!"

"I eat duck soup and, if I want to, I cook my goose!"

The sow, horrified, at once did for sure vamoose.

Copyright © Ivo Cosentino | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Bird Feed Under My Window

Since childhood I was always fascinated with nature
Curious to know how plants grow 
Always intrigued by the ingenuity of ants 
And mesmerized by the coordination 
And spectacular tactics of birds. 

Birds come in different colors and species 
They symbolize many conditions and have various 
Significance and meaning in different cultures. 
You have the nightingale and the humming birds 
And the whippoorwill is perhaps the most cunning 
of all species because it can camouflage itself.
Even though you can hear its distinctive sound 
It's difficult to be identified. 

I used to listen to them singing in nature 
singing melodious tune, tunes that span beyond 
Centuries, tunes reminding us that life is still divine.
I love to watch them soaring in the sky 
flying from north to east, south to west 
Until nature bids them to take their rest. 

Birds embrace freedom and they hold the power of truth 
they are unique messengers so the next time you see one
land on your doorstep just figure out if it is genuinely from nature
who send it, and what it is trying to say before you angrily chase it away. 

Birds have wit and might, they are powerful 
communication tools, they earn their keep from nature
and that’s how they stay alive 
like the cows and the sheep 
they can see way out in the deep. 

Something peculiar has been happening in nature 
I have been observing something unusual from the sky 
While walking down the street the sun burst from 
underneath a dark, cold overcast sky   
and spread its light over me then suddenly disappeared. 

Each time I take a stroll an army of birds appear from
nowhere and split up into different directions, 
they form groups of six, seven and eight, three,
four, two, one and  groups of twelve. 
Sometimes they are so many that I can hardly count them. 

It didn't seem as if they were on a journey, it appeared as if 
They were caged up somewhere and were suddenly released
into the atmosphere.
My curiosity grew deeper when I pounced upon 
a man attracting the birds with feed laced with 
corn grain and black sunflower seeds. 

This was quite unusual because 
no one in the entire neighborhood feed birds
I could read right into this mysterious cultural behavior
not only was he making a statement,
he was marking something by placing 
the bowl of feed in front of the house 
under my window and luring the birds to
fly from all directions to feed from the bowl. 

They say that black birds are symbol of human soul
and they symbolize happiness, intelligence and wisdom;
they also have deep religious meaning.
Always remember that everything we do
evil always hinges close by good
to make things seem inconspicuous. 
Legend has it to say that the devil appeared to St. Benedict
in the form of a black bird to tempt him. 

Long time ago my kindergarten teacher
used to teach me this poem by mother goose,
“Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, 
four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. 
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing
wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The king was in the counting-house counting out his money,
the queen was in the parlor eating bread and honey, 
the maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes. 
Along came a blackbird and snipped off her nose.” 

Birds are free habitats of nature
they do not earn their keep from artificial feed
but from natural food in the environment. 
So the next time you see a bowl of bird feed
laced with black sun flower seed and corn 
do not take it for granted 
something is deeper than bird feed. 

                                                                          ©2015 Christine Phillips


Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Bird Migration

shades of gray  journey
aspiration food , nesting 
recurring winter


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |


main hu ek aajad pakshi ki trah
udti hu khule aasman me
jise n koi chinta, kisi ke shikar karne ki
udati rahu puri jindagi, aajad pakshi ki trah
koi n rakhe mujhe bandhi bna kar 
udati rahu, udati rahu, aajad pakshi ki trah
khane ke liye bhatku idhar -udhar
n mile mujhe khane ke liye
bhukhe pet hi so jau
kitne bhi kasht mile, has kar sah lu unhe
koi phark n pade, ab kisi kasht ka
aadat hi ho gayi ab hume
main hu ek aajad pakshi ki trah
udati hu khule aasman me

Copyright © SANGITA CHOUDHARY | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Brown Bag Lunch

busy road crossing

seagull looks both ways

before pecking at street fries


Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |


Watching with wise eyes, 
Gliding through the air of night, 
There goes its prey... Hoot!

Copyright © Hanna Potter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Dilly Ducks birthday

Once there was a little duck
They called him Silly Dilly
He waddled here, he waddled there
He had a friend named Willy

One day it was the birthday of
That silly Dilly duck
He'd always wanted a brand new pen
And today he had some luck

Folk built for him a band new pen
And when he saw it there
He danced around with his friend Willy
And joy was everywhere

They had a party for our duck
And so much food was had
Balloons were hanging all around
And everyone was glad

They all had such a lovely time
Our duck was filled with glee
He loved that little pen they'd built
A happy duck was he

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Mocking Bird Sat


           Mocking Bird sat
                           Ruffled tails bouncing...
                                          Cat stealthly approaching


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay; 
there is not enough
food for them all. 

They dip and they
weave as they mingle
together knowing
that each has a
With his reputation,
there is no
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
arrival, ‘It’s
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin. 
Others move to the
side as he leaves
them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.

With sensuous,
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
in time. 
He matches her mood.
His movements are
as they twist and
twirl in their
dancing mime.
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
With steps that are
light he glides to
the right, 	
he meets her, bows
deeply, head
Emulena says,
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
It matters not
whether we all stay
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
do naturally 
to deliver these in
your own way.”

After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
green shell.
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect, 
so with care he
covers every one

He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
some showers.
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure 
as he, turns each
egg every three
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.

The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
This egg will be
food for his hungry
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
He’ll sit day and
night until the
time’s right.
He knows, that time
comes without

to be continued...

Copyright © J Eliza JAMES | Year Posted 2012

Details | Acrostic |


Turkey oh turkey what can I say
Unbelievable tenderness is what we want this day
Relishing each tasty morsel with so much glee
Kindness in the air for everyone and me
Even gramps can’t growl as we bow to pray
Yes dear Lord, thank you for our blessings today

Copyright © Carmen Penchi aka Sunshine | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |

Big bird

There was a fat lady from Swaffham 
Who gave up on men, she was off ‘em
She sought comfort in sweets
Sickly sugary treats
Which she’d buy by the ton and then scoff ‘em

Copyright © John W Fenn | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

O Turkey My Turkey

O Turkey My Turkey are you about done?
You’ve been in the oven since way before dawn
The people; so excited are waiting and waiting
For every bit of deliciousness that we are plating
Mash potatoes, gravy, cranberry, yams,
Green beans, Mac and cheese, and so much more
All waiting for you and stuffing to come thru the door

O Turkey My Turkey all tender and brown
You are finally ready; for us to gobble down
All of your goodness is gone with such flair
Nothing left but a carcass and so much despair

O Turkey My Turkey what have you done?
We’re almost asleep and the days barely gone
Unable to relish the desserts of today
All because we had heaps of tryptophan this very day
Alas, we shall doze and soon we shall savor
Yummy pies, cookies and cakes with all sorts of flavor

O Turkey My Turkey, you have been so dear
But I’ll fall for another same time next year.


Copyright © Carmen Penchi aka Sunshine | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

The Nut-Cracker Crow

Sara Kendrick (on the Soup) told me a story about a crow.
And from that story, I had her permission to write a poem 
from what she observed. For her story, go to my poem, 
'Brown Bag Lunch" and read her comment. 

"Caw! Caw!' was the sound of a crow,
as he flew over my head toward a pecan tree. 
How does he crack those nuts? I wondered?
as with a full beak,  he flew past me. 

I watched him by an Atlanta street,
as he waited for a light to turn from green to red.
Then, quickly, he swooped down and placed the nut
where he knew a car's tire would tread. 

"Caw! Caw!' was the call of the crow,
as he flew down once more to be fed.
But of course he waited 'till the light turned green,
otherwise, he knew he'd be dead!

The nut-cracker crow, amazed I watched him go,
and pondered how much more a small crow could know? 

Note:  Obviously much more! According to the internet, 
crows have a brain the size of a human thumb. They
can solve complex problems and are as intelligent as a
7-year old. They are definitely no bird-brains!  Someone 
once said, "There is nothing more humbling than knowing
that consciousness is not just a human characteristic." On
the internet there are stories about both friendly and mean 
crows. The comments are mostly about the mean ones. But 
friendly crows who have visited bird feeders often leave gifts 
like feathers, shells, and other small trinkets of thanks.

Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Humming Bird Moths At Moon Rise

Luna flower spread open scented blossom
In response to the full moon's soft yellow glow
So much designed like a Sand Dollar
Amazing the resemblence even with first sight

Humming Bird Moths drawn to the glowing white
The irresistable beauty and appealing scent
Ten were buzzing, humming drinking nectar
From white beauty by only moonlight

Ants were working even at night 
Drawn to the goodness that will leave at dawn
Preparing a storehouse of goodness for winter
So that the species can survive to rule summer picnics

That scented sticky nectar must be delicious
Tasting like a very rich clover honey
So sweet that just a tiny amount sweetens
So many slices of simple bread

Amazing the blessings to enjoy from simplicity
The simplest things in life sometimes give goodness
That wealth can't provide
Sometimes wealth has gardens but not enjoyed

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Pies Politics And Birds

            Pies Politics And Birds

300 lbs. can’t hide my weight from stealing pies from bakeries 
But I need my pies and will not be deprived
A warm pumpkin pie slides inside my shorts
Blueberry and cream go in the back and sides
A large slimy apple and a peach fit beneath my shirt
Icy against my thick hairy chest; is a little messy
Then a cheese cake stuffed inside my socks
As I waddle to the door to make an invisible escape
Ninja like and subtle, hoping no one sees my size
The baker stops me at the door
Questions why I’m stealing all his pies
Good sir, you are mistaken I assure you!  
I am a politician on a mission
Gathering crumbs for my constituents
There are birdies just outside as clear examples, who adore me
Sir, do you realize who you are talking to?!
I am the president of Venezuela, former bus driver par excellence
Appointed and anointed by Hugo Chavez himself before he died 
I have evidence; see for yourself at this address


I kid you not
Here I am speaking to the former dead leader today on national TV
He has taken on the form of a very little bird
Speaking fluent through his tiny beak to me
In Spanish, Parakeet and sparrow, Spanisparrowkeet for short
Therefore you cannot have me arrested, that’s for sure
I am the law and former bus driver of the people for the people
Now as president, I place pies in my shirts and shorts
Stay clear from me or I will start a war
Starting with your store


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Terza Rima |

Pigeons Out Of Place

            Pigeons Out Of Place

Pigeons, sit on cold bronze heads                                
Relieve themselves all day and night for spite               
Fallen soldiers have no say, they are dead                   

Dirty birdies on branches don’t look right                           
They belong on buildings, rusted statues                      
Cold soldiers are toilets on scheduled flights                

Among the people in their human view                                      
Sitting on the park bench doling out bread                                
Man yawns, while birds bob heads when they are through         
All of God’s good creatures need to be fed               
Even filthy pigeons that tarnish things                                                                                                  
When food is finished, parties head for bed                

In the morning the birds of nature sing      
Pigeons decorate bronze soldiers like kings 

Created on 9/08/14 for Terza Rima (About anything you like) Poetry Contest                                                                         

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Poor Turkey Not again

As if thanksgiving wasn't enough
being a turkey 
is pretty tough
One moment your in a green fiield
getting fat
with your family and friends
Then your life comes to
a nasty end,

As a cruel farmer
with a huge axe
made of Sheffield cold steel
sharpens the edge
upon a grinding wheel.

Moments later
you lose your head
you can't google now more
your as naked as a bull frog
your clothes are on the floor.

Millions of turkey's
Are going to die
and end up on a dinner plate
or in a pie
they claim
turkeys have tears
in their eyes before they die.

Think I'll stick to sardines.

A turkey should be fore life
not just for Christmas.

Poor things.

Peter Dome.copyrigjt,2013. Dec.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Said the USA

Said the U.S.A.
We soaring on three set of wings
Eagle! Our strength
Dove! Our compassion
Turkey! Our sustenance  
Tell us not to choose our demise
Together we shall never fall
Indeed we are the greatest of nations

© A. Juman - The "said" poet 11/7/2015     

Copyright © A. Juman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Cat At Bird Bath

Cat drinks from bird bath
Attentive to sound watching
Hopes for a free meal

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |


We are in a continuous state of becoming with our environment I am becoming that tree just as that tree is becoming me It took in the carbon dioxide that I exhaled which became part of it and through photosynthesis converted it to oxygen which I inhaled becoming part of me I am the tree and the tree is me I am becoming that insect, that bird, that animal and other persons I breathe in the air they gave up Air that was part of them is now part of me just as the air I exhaled is now part of them Earth is becoming me and I am becoming earth It becomes me through the food I eat which comes from the earth directly or indirectly and I become the earth through matter that leaves my body waste and otherwise which returns to the earth to become the earth

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Two Chairs and a Grill

On the back deck,
snow has turned two empty chairs,
sitting beside the shrouded grill,
into phantoms with open arms
waiting for corn to roast,
peppers to lose their crisp edges,
onions to gather sweetness,
and shrimp to hold their fibrous flavor
for the taster's tongue.

Birds by the score, alerted 
by the snowy air, raid 
the feeder above the grill.
Woodpeckers come,
the hairy, the downy, the nuthatch 
the ladder-backed, feasting on suet.
Smaller birds ignore fear
(and the watchers behind glass),
bravely eat beside their enemy
as they dart, hop, fly on, over,
and under, two chairs and a grill.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Tribute To A Vulture

Antithesis of avian beauty
Monstrosity of the bird family
Head and neck very hideous looking 
In dull black wrinkled up unfeathered skin

Exposed decaying animal matter
Can produce unhealthy bacteria
That can endanger other life species
Threatening them with illness and disease

Consumption of animal carrion
Is part of your normal food ingestion
Though your appearance may cause revulsion
You fulfil a most essential function

Your motion on land is very clumsy
With those black legs you step so awkwardly
Yet when you take off to the air in flight
Your graceful movement is a pleasant sight

Riding air currents way up in the sky
On motionless wings you go sailing by
While cruising up there at such a great height
You look out for food with your keen eyesight

Though to some, you may appear unsightly
Your role in nature is prized most highly
You are indeed a most worthy creature
I pay tribute to you, noble vulture 

I love watching vultures in flight as they sail on air currents so gracefully and effortlessly. The vulture in my native land is "The Corbeau". This poem is dedicated to it.  

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015