AVIAN RAINDROPS
Birds flew overhead,
Leaving wet droplets falling;
But they were not rain:-
WISE AVIAN
Nested in wisdom,
She contemplates her guidance:
Waiting to navigate.
Her large eyes, surveying life,
Visioning the divine course.
Watch the cautious songbird, afraid of the night,
Travels never lasting to capture the light.
She shuts her eyes, ‘fore daylight dies, she’s bound to the sun.
And then she hides, a branch so high, to rest ‘till night is done.
AN AVIAN WALK
What a peaceful walk!
Palisade-treed-birds, echoing:
Ringing ears silenced:-
Cunning Sam craved to catch caged canary,
feigned sly not to be overtly scary.
He sneaked with dinner in mind,
caught in cage, Sam starved confined.
The bird performed Houdini sorcery.
Grey clouds are hovering near.
Winter's chill will soon be here.
Avian are taking flight,
pausing to roost for the night,
but only for a brief time
then on to a warmer clime.
Flocks fly on fine feathered wing,
migrating, they trill and sing.
To return in spring to nest.
At journey's end they will rest
before baby chicks arrive,
so the species will survive.
Amidst the woods, there existed exquisite birds,
Warbling melodiously upon trees with rhythms that charm,
Their vibrant hues reminiscent of a festive evergreen,
Meticulously adorned within the forest's arboreal realm, akin to celebration adornments.
Richi, Liz and Boris,
which one will the fountain bless?
What wise owl flies to our aid
and pulls us from this mess?
Vultures make lazy circles
and falcons loop the loop.
Maybe they won't say boo to a goose
or are they planning when to swoop?
Keir Starmer's counting chickens,
but here there is a catch.
How long does he have to wait
before those chicklets hatch?
Twas a man with that spatula
The mad cousin of Dracula
And Tragically Spectacular
Alas flat Pisttacula
A chickadee flew up to me
And chirped out a request -
Please fill the backyard feeder
‘Fore I head back to my nest.
I had indeed put out some feed
But clearly not enough,
So other birds had polished off
The nuts and fruits and stuff.
I would have bet I’d never get
A message that’s been tweeted,
But I complied, for even birds
Get angry feeling cheated.
I know it's highly unconvincing, Mrs Blackwell;
an unimaginable storyline no doubt.
In all your years of teaching science at St Hilda's
you must have thought our wild excuses would run out.
I know you'll calculate with ease my fabrication
but hope my alibi will raise a passing smile
for even scientific minds abrim with logic
can set imagination free once in a while.
And so to tell it in a nutshell Mrs Blackwell
last night a swarm of flying reptiles hit the town
and gazing upwards with increasing consternation
I noticed one was breaking rank and swooping down.
Then with a thud it landed right outside my window
its sturdy beak began to smash through my defence
I had to pinch myself to check I wasn't dreaming
for such Jurassic visions counter common sense.
And then the flaming pterodactyl ate my homework
and Mrs Blackwell, I do hope you'll understand
that when a flying reptile lands inside your bedroom
events will rarely go as smoothly as you'd planned!
10.02.21
...And Then A Flaming Pterodactyl Ate My Homework Poetry Contest
Sponsor : John Lawless
I once went out on a blind date
But that'll never happen again
A not so pleasant experience
When I was set up by a friend
He said, "She has but one problem,"
"I noticed as she crossed the street,"
"It's avian in nature, because"
"She has what you'd call crows feet!"
I said, "Well I'm no spring chicken,"
"And I'm a little weathered myself"
So I grabbed hold of that comment
And put it on my "So what" shelf!
I admit that I was nervous
Knocking on the door of her place
But was most, pleasantly surprised
When I saw her angelic face!
She was gorgeous from head to knee
But how was I suppose to know
Below that, I was shocked to see,
She did have the feet of a crow!
Birds tweet beside my window
all through the summer night
An endless chorus of chatter
until the morning's light
They pause then, perhaps for breakfast
while I bury my head in my pillows
Then just when I'm finally sleeping
they resume their peccadillos
Two wayward pigeons settled
On the A.C. right outside.
Nine stories up, they strutted
With no place for them to hide.
We were surprised to see them;
They’ve not visited before.
Perhaps they meant to stop off
At a slightly lower floor.
I didn’t mind their presence
But my husband did, so “Shoo!”
One tap against the window pane
And off those pigeons flew.
The day breaks on the edge of azure sea,
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine.
Flapping feathered wings in cadence of glee,
venture out for prey far from the shoreline.
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine,
gliding through the satin sheen of brine air,
venture out for prey far from the shoreline,
the rhythm of the dancing surfs they all share.
Gliding through the satin sheen of brine air
they make avian art in frame of sky.
The rhythm of the dancing surfs they all share
with music of rolling waves as they fly.
They make avian art in frame of sky,
flapping feathered wings in cadence of glee
with music of rolling waves, as they fly
the day breaks on the edge of azure sea.
December 13, 2019
Contest : Seagulls
Sponsor : Eve Roper
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