Baltimore Oriole Poems - Poems about Baltimore Oriole

He crashed against my glass stunned into silence he lay in shock, poor thing I placed him in a lined box wrapped in soft bamboo he rested and recouped Two hours later I found him standing at the edge, waiting We made eye contact I took a photo, then he flew away Boy ! he...

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The Baltimore oriole sports an orange coat, But I haven't seen one; to L.A., they're remote. Their rich whistling song is a sweet herald of spring. Ones like Frank Robinson have a great home run swing....

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We both reach for a camera both forget to click on the image as a flight of rainbows takes wing. Tangerine buds bloom into a sherbet fountain. Orange and black ride a ray of sunlight. “Phew, did you catch it?” “No I got nuked by the moment!” “Yes, better that way.” she replied thoughtfully....

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whistler of orchard sweet flute chirp weaves vivid plume ~ of haunting cadence ...

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We both reach for a camera, but forget as the moment takes wing. Tangerine buds bloom into a sherbet fountain. An orange and black dartle of downy sunshine. Hearts abeyant, our perception hangs from each ribbon of light....

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