Best Foraging Poems
As he wears his golden crown
He forages frantically.
The goldcrest alights, he touches down.
He wears his crown magnitoquently.
"Fee hee hee" he chirps rapidly
A spider, the goldcrest consumed;
From its web he had plucked it away.
His excited search for food then resumed,
He must eat to survive another day.
The diminutive bird hopped from bough to bough
In search for food he scoured the tree.
His search of the tree was thorough
and fruitful;he had enough to eat.
"Fee hee hee" he sang satisfied
Next, the bird went to the forest floor.
Surrounded by altitudinous conifers,
He noticed on the ground were insects galore
which he closely monitored.
The beetles and earwigs and ants and lice
were building and crawling and swarming.
The goldcrest once and twice and thrice
swallowed an ant with no warning.
"Fee hee hee" no more did he hunger;
His body was warming
"Fee hee hee" he sang from the tree
as he sat on a prominent perch.
So much the little bird could see
from the top of the high-reaching larch.
As dusk fell, he remained on the plant;
He listened to the woodpigeons croon.
The very next day he would feast on more ants
........He drifted off into a sloom
By Sean Martin-Byrne
Fossil light
Amphibious eyes
Foraging
Through the
Night
out for a heartfelt flutter
for bits of bread and butter
in a cool light rain shower
for ought to get under cover
before caught in a shutter
12/12/2019
https://www.honeybeesuite.com/do-honey-bees-fly-in-the-rain/
The honey bees are good at predicting the weather. In fact, honey bees seem to be more accurate than The Weather Channel when it comes to predicting rain. Not only can they predict it, but they can estimate its intensity. That is why a light drizzle may not influence their foraging patterns, but a heavy storm can keep them home.
... in a sunny spell
down in brightest part of the dell
we spot black clusters at full swell.
Ready to pick but there's a catch.
We must break through a thorny patch,
for we can't just reach out and snatch.
We start to learn rules of the game
that teach us there is blood and pain
when precious fruit we come to claim.
To make us pay for berries black
nature's weaponry gives us flack.
Whiplashing thorns our flesh attack.
Accepting that the price is blood
we persevere and soon make good,
down in that dell of August wood.
Eating everything
on the menu
Dylan asked for more
His hunger
reestablished
leftovers on the floor
A bite into
the future
yesterday a whore
A meal once paid
forever staid
— new rawness to procure
(The New Room: December, 2024)