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Bird Holocaust Poems | Bird Poems About Holocaust

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Details | Verse |

Words for Birds

First person singular prohibited. In order
to be more crow.
War! war! war! war! war! 

Then there's that lowland wetland bird
around the stunted red pines crying
Birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy.

Hear the redwing blackbird chirring
Her, her, her... she
as one might expect, Spring.

Words for birds
since they're inaccessible. Aim
binoculars left, right, up, down, missing every time.

At the piano recital
Aaron made the penguins run, run, run, not waddle, 
from a hungry polar bear! 

Everything passes, even a massacre, 
but birds outlast cars
and words like chemical and holocaust.

Woodpecker climbs oak, 
Connecticut.
Not one neighbor heard the knocking.

The voice of a pewee
whose nest has fallen out of the tree.
Oh my! Oh me! 

What did the wood thrush sing
that summer evening
teaching its young thrush meanings?





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015



Details | Free verse |

Bird Hunters


                                     I Just want to rest
                                  from my long migration
                                    Find a sweet oasis

                                  Many nets and traps 
                                 full of  dying songbirds
                                     adorn the route

                                     An army culls us
                                millions migrating south
                                hunted to extinction.
   
                                  Will silence replace
                            The birdsong each morning
                                     Remember us.

Copyright © LINDA JACKSON | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Haiku for the Mocking Bird

The Mockingbird sits,
on a wooden chair singing
away its own death.

Copyright © Jackson LaBaugh | Year Posted 2016