Best Feeder Poems

The brittle stems of Queen Anne's Lace
reduced to barren winter bone;
a hoarfrost Ermine coat embrace,
impaled in soil that's turned to stone.

The flowers now are wicker cups,
wear Bowler's hats of purest white;
the snowflakes that they interrupt
await the wind; resume their flight.

The Junco in the Prairie Grass,
drad...

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robin watching
throng of juncos 
backyard dances...

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Resentment,
rising into a spore,
of keep-forever
bitterness,

bars peace of
yesterday, today
tomorrow.


Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
March 26, 2013...

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built for a greater purpose
offering age old seeds for free
an oasis between branches
positioned for all to see

flocks congregate and listen
singing with hunger and fear
they gather up a healthy harvest
then scatter away with cheer

filled to serve all year long
never struggles or complains
bravely emptying their vessel clear...

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he hammers away
seeking sustenance
hungry woodpecker...

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In a fight to survive,
His selfless hands
Are again preparing
To feed a tribe
Of hungry birds
With winter seed.

The strength of
Her faithful grace
Alone will keep him
Strong for the fight,
The light of hope
Glows in her face.

Love climbs disease
Like ivy on the trees....

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Cardinals feeding at the trays, enjoying winter meal
abruptly chased off by the Jays, the ones that always steal
Suprising all the Doves still here, grabbing little snacks
Squirrels "butt-in" to get their fill, leaving snowy tracks

Hawks are high up in the trees, Geese are on the ground
Sparrows...

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Filled the feeder in the snow
Because, of all the weathers,
This one makes the search for food 
Quite tough for those with feathers.

Had to chase some squirrels -
Let them eat the nuts they’ve hoarded -
But then the birds began to come
And wow, was I rewarded!

Chickadees and...

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Sometimes,
not often enough,
I stop my morning routine
to watch the feeding drama breathe feathered flurries in and out,
on, 
and under,
my side-yard bird feeder

Outside my kitchen windows
over this morning's sudsy sink,
looking across a twinkling white field
of early March snow,
simply breathing us all in,
boundary framed inside/outside
by my southern...

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Harmoniously 
Happily
Humming
Habitual
Heedless
Hasty
Headstrong
Hovering
Heavenly
Hummingbird

10/22/19

Contest: Tautogram Poems Poetry Contest

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Leader and Bottom Feeder

Trump is both President and our leader,
And he also has become a bottom feeder;
Garbage collector,
And of inspector;
We also understand he was a poor reader.

Jim Horn...

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Birds At The Feeder

small chittering, cheepings
winter wings brushed in Arctic air
chickadees squabble
to choose a seed
from the newly filled feeder
pecking and peeking
and picking just the right morsel
to nourish their individual need

some come, as the blue jays..
squawking and bugling
make way, make way
and landing chase the small ones
grabbing...

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A birdfeeder hangs on the oak tree.
The sparrows all come there to eat free.
One day a Blue Jay,
Chased them all away.
The Hawk said “Hooray” dinner for me!...

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On the window feeder,
Gray and black birds, feathered families,
Playful and perky, frolicking
Like the music beneath their down,
Plumes rich as a caress, stirring joy,
Wonders, shadowed by the pastel noon,
Dreamy hearted wings, graceful
As the moment before lips widen
Into a smile, reflecting all the magic,
Fairy-tale laughter, chirping,
Songs written...

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I'm yelling at a squirrel today
Then watching her just whirl away
Her name is Little Curly Mae
She's such a pretty girl I'd say 
But eats the birdseed from the tray
Then hides herself inside her dray....

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