don't blame the kid
baby birds are one wide mouth for what their parents spit
“Today, we again failed to reproduce,”
said the gander to the goose.
“If we wanna keep up with the drake and the duck,
we gotta do more than ~ just depend on luck.
We gotta actually let something hang loose.”
beautiful blue bird
bloom like a mountain flower
bead winter spring pearl
Sleepy baby bird
Fell out of her mama’s nest
She remained asleep
Picked up by a gentle hand
Restored to her mama’s nest
On the drive to work as the sun beams for Me
My mind and core still always reeling
Can't comprehend the depth of feeling
As you helped to ease and fix
A heart that had once all but stopped it's desperate beating
Once a girl standing on a fresh grave
With no words fitting for it's stone
Sitting in offices, trying to act brave
Counting pills in a hand that felt
The death of part of its soul
As it flew away like a wounded bird
Wanting and yearning to be seen and be heard
Broken and useless, Afraid and a burden
Now a woman who's standing in her own grace
A partner by her side , no longer lingering in place
Words flowing deeply from her expanse
Standing in her own scene , eyes gleaming
Thankful her core has a fresh chance to dream
Feeling the light winds of travel
As a new bird that's just hatched
Ready to see what life will unravel
Mama Mallard's hatchlings so downy and sweet,
she's proud to show them, springtime is complete,
waddling along the lake with her brood in tow,
Daddy Mallard quacks as people stroll to and fro,
decked in pastel clothes with cameras in hand,
photographing the baby ducks on a weekend grand.
The baby ducks in April are here,
toddlers feed them, grinning ear to ear.
Daffodils bright yellow, honeybees full of pollen,
Mama Mallard leads them to water, all in.
Spring brings animal babies to the earth,
we delight at their sight as we're full of mirth.
When you’re feeling like a baby bird,
Going looking for your shell,
But you know you can’t go back,
Even though you think life’s hell,
And you know ‘cos now you’re out,
You must stand on your own two feet,
Come on now throw your head back,
And loudly shout tweet tweet!
The new year arrives as a baby,
will this year be great maybe.
Winter will turn into spring,
the birds will chirp and sing.
Summer turns into fall,
is 2024 being great to all.
We are back to the end of this year,
we can party and give 2025 a huge new cheer.
In the backyard seen
A black squirrel running
The blackbird chasing
A small black squirrel
The blackbird hungry
It is trying to steal
Some of the eggs laid
Blackbird is on guard
Protecting the eggs
The nest on the fur trees
The squirrel no longer
Are fed the peanuts
Now that it is Spring
They must fend for themselves
Wondering where you are tonight?
Can't feel the warmth of your sight
Your wings that cuddle me under the moonlight
Your heat that incubates me in spotlight.
I'm a shelled-duckling not so pretty
My little heart beats so fast and plenty
Nearness of you I pray for each day
Your body to stay beside me all day!
spring is coming soon
our family is growing ~
a nest is needed
new little ones chirp ~
red bird sees her new babies
family of six
Date Written: 2/16/2023
4 Place
Spring Flower, Bird or Butterfly Haiku x 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
(CHILDHOOD)
Start with no feathers,
warmth is around, we are fed.
We grow, we will fly.
(YOUTH)
As eagles, we fly high,
above everything, free, no fears,
all the sky for us.
(MIDDLE AGE)
Not far from rooftops,
doves flying together are,
they follow the rhythm.
(OLD AGE)
Not many high flights
concerned under the branches
digging into our soul.
Why does the stork deliver the baby
Does its pouch resemble a womb...
Given how far it may have to fly
~ Perhaps it ought to use Zoom
Protection at bath
Fledging female sparrow bathes, drinks
Watched by mature male
Red male cardinal flies in
Almost backs-up in flight, flees
November 12, 2022
Idea November 10th
lunar light looms large
lounges in luminous sky ~
infant wings’ first leap
(August Full Moon – Cree)
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