Prying avians
appearing over the scene
angular plumage
Categories:
avians, bird,
Form: Haiku
One may see puffins and parrots
any hour of the week
both birds bear a big colourful beak
the former pelagic feed on fish
and live in large colonies on coastal cliffs
tho' monogamous collectively breed as a bunch
but with renown as the Atlantic sea clown
in Iceland several are served as lunch
the latter arboreal primarily frugivorous
toco being by far the largest
are opportunistic and occasionally omnivorous
to a few prudes it may seem unseemly or rude
and yet if they stick around they'll later get down
as their chicks are seen to hatch in the nude
these avians may fly high in the sky
have the same such things as two wings and legs
and of each species the female lays eggs
but that's where similarity does stop
one puffin can do more than toucan do
in more or less of a day
after mating its pecker turns grey
and without waiting its bill it will drop
Categories:
avians, bird, fun, humorous, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Of parrots and parakeets, no one knows
now numbering in the thousands
no longer Mexico's bucolic birds
new urbanized citizens migrated
to the suburbs.
If you travel to Los Angeles and county
where hobo avians flock to Pepperdine
hoping to matriculate to paradise..
Pasadenans know the raucous calls from palms
festooned in bright feathers and pheromones.
Should you wish to elicit a response
from a Red-crowned Amazon..
just ask any witch cat which hungers
with an acute accessory olfactory
rife in feline grin and purpose
eye'n the skies cheerfully.
And somewhere Marianne Faithfull warbles
'this little bird who lives on the wind,
this little bird that somebody sends.'
they're listening too, with a coo and squawk
o'er the skies of Silverlake
and Eagle Rock.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This Little Bird sung by Marianne Faithfull - Lyrics by J.D. Loudermilk 1965
Categories:
avians, bird, journey, paradise,
Form: Verse
In all of my years, JoAnn was the most THOUGHTFUL soul I ever met!
That's one of the reasons I was the luckiest a man could possibly get!
You name it and she knew exactly what she needed to do!
Before she acted she thought everything through!
She wouldn't offend a living being; humans, animals, avians and more!
That was one of her many wonderful traits I still adore!
To know, know, know her is to love, love, love her are words from an old song
So I knew instantly that it was with her that I belong!
Categories:
avians, angel, appreciation, beautiful, how
Form: Rhyme
On a phone call with my brother,
With the river at my feet,
He was startled to hear birdsong,
City avians a’tweet.
And this morning, on a lamppost,
Sat a regal hawk, intent
On whatever he was thinking,
As some pigeons came and went.
Then this afternoon I spotted,
In a garden with my friend,
One red cardinal plus sparrows,
Nature’s urban dividend.
You may be surprised to hear it,
But the city’s habitat
Gives me lots to make me smile,
Long as I don’t see a rat.
Categories:
avians, appreciation, city,
Form: Rhyme
3/25/19
"One More Thing"
This morning
Clouds forming
Soon to be storming
Most ignoring
The warning
Continually warring
Waters forking
Rapids roaring
Avians soaring
As events continue coursing
Heard enough recordings
That were reporting
About global warming
Whether it's sunny or pouring
Cold or scorching
Dogs and cats arrive for boarding
In a building with tile flooring
Bottles uncorking
This life isn't boring
It's rewarding
This world, we're still exploring
Organisms morphing
Meanwhile plants absorbing
The sunlight, that's supporting
All life, according
To people and other sourcing's
Barely affording
Folks snoring
Out of the loop, close and far from any cording
Drugs and people used for transporting
Still gorging
Battling addictions regarding snorting
Far too many hoarding
And overstoring
Thinking they're scoring
Any bull, I'm thwarting
The honest and hard working, I'm supporting
You better stop lording
Before the public starts swarming
About to leave this world, after one more thing
Categories:
avians, deep, fun, heart, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
The café was crowded,
we were seated on the porch;
lunch’s wait was quite a long one.
The adjoining flower garden drew butterflies and wing- dancing hummingbirds; they sipped nectar from the feeders that hung between towering sun flowers.
Multi-colored finches vied for black oil seeds with sparrows, wrens and a dove or two.
Occasionally, this diverse populace gazed into the porch window at us, as if we were performers in a dinner theatre.
Colored flora blended graciously with the color burst avians; fluttering butterfly wings leant a magical aire to nature’s live painting.
We sipped raspberry tea, with our free, late lunch.
We took the magic with us into the week; life seemed miraculous, despite the weekly grind;
magical moments savored.
Categories:
avians, bird, butterfly, flower, garden,
Form: Prose
Zebra, Yak, Xenopus, Walrus, Vulture, Urial, Tiger, Snake, Rhinoceros, Quokka, Peacock, Orangutan, Numbat, Muntjac, Lion, Kudu, Jerboa, Iguana, Hyena, Guan, Frog, Elephant, Dromedary, Camel, Bison, Avians.
Categories:
avians, animal,
Form: ABC
Central Park: we watched a hawk
Who picked apart his prey.
Many people gathered ‘round
To witness this display.
I thought he must be pulling at
A squirrel or a rat,
The creatures he’d encounter
In his urban habitat.
But soon I realized I was wrong
‘Cause, though it seems absurd,
The dinner he was picking at
Most likely was a bird.
I recognized its tail, by shape,
When lifted by his beak;
But really, what alerted me
Were all the birds, a’shriek.
For fellow avians came near
A’flutter and attacking;
They swooped right down and grazed that hawk
As he was gamely snacking.
I gave them credit for their nerve –
So brash, so bold, so brazen;
They tried so hard to vex that hawk,
Like outlaws, guns a’blazin’.
The hawk ignored them, had his meal
Then flew off, with pursuers;
The birds still hounded, but his flight
Dispersed the human viewers.
Yet we were grateful for the show –
Real nature, in the flesh.
You never know when natural law
And life will chance to mesh.
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
Categories:
avians, nature
Form: Rhyme
Wander-Lust"
But once have hands gently caressed this face
Calming inward,a rest-less wanting hunger;
Softly striking the hearts inner pace,
Taming mans beast, that it may be as humble.
Shall I be-gone from this embrace?
...For it is I to choose but to stray;
Not un-like the fleeing avians race
Towards beckoning sun-lit skies.
As evening's blanket un-covers its infinite space;
Sky diamonds form their sempiternal theme
I have so longed for rest upon this place
To lavish within this utopians dream...
And so these thoughts I shall amend,
To fulfill this wander-lust,to no-wheres end...
Categories:
avians, life
Form: I do not know?
Arctic avians
screech zenith zero zephyrs...
dank December bones
Categories:
avians, allegory, death, imagination, nature
Form: Haiku