Best Killdeer Poems

Killdeer 

Killdeer Hidden in the crisp green field grass, my babies lay under our guidance protected as they lay nestled safe in a quiet place....

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Unleashed as if it were night
small stones, taking flight
pelting darkness, felt all along
clouding even the sweetest song

killdeer calls alarm contentment
eyes close and air runs
breathless your...

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The sea gathered her voice
on the crest of the waves
as dark clouds were herded
by the wind as he raved
in a symphony orchestrated
through elements of sound
composed...

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Afternoons the sky shuts down around the swamp's warning tapes
propped up with restoration piping and dirt leak fencing.
We’re fleeing toward the wild, seeking the names...

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Why, do we call it
Something it’s not
If we’re going to name things
Let’s give it, some thought

If it’s called a chilli
Then why is it so hot
And...

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flying over Gulf of Mexico, the boundless tranquil emerald water
             not going to stop until...

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alarm!!
rise up    take flight 
killdeer cry...

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""Papa" "What about Spring ... ? 



"I don't know Son?"


Killdeer' draw you away from their nest, Bluebirds holler to all about it, hungry Father Fox...

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Deer linger in the bitterbrush
Below the gambel oak—
The brittle fern shows no concern
For killdeer or cowpoke.

The miner’s candle lights our way
Now lost in limber pine—
The...

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I ran than jumped high
into the upper atmosphere
like a young frisky
buck naked and bare
no matter weight of world
and personal woes oppressive,
yours truly shrugged,

(she loves you...

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I, (and the missus)
     pleased as punch residing
     at this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania locale,
    ...

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Rain
By: Tom Wright
3/20/2006

The grass that was has disappeared
And a killdeer has lost its legs.
The squirrel that buried fall’s pecans
Is now stranded atree and begs.

The noises...

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Yes, love is no more or less reliable the more you check on this. Just like the frigid days of winter make their way for...

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Balmy january fifth two thousand twenty three

pardon moi as I self plagiarize
with slight modifications
cuz following words written
at least an Earth's orbit ago
exhibits pearls of jocularity.

I...

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