Bird Food Poems - Poems about Bird Food

...'wowza' again... a spare row of creatures take... their last step every minute of... time any where and become food... yesterday i saw a hawk take a... sparrow feeding in the front hedge... just a half hour ago another got nailed... while i watched so the mystery is gone... sparrows will land on your shoulder because... hawks avoid us and so we're predatory protection.... len ...

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The owl, though some think it is wise, Finds mice far more tasty than pies. In matters of taste Its judgment erased, Its fees are too high, I surmise. ...

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Tender, dark and white meat, Tangy cranberries and The best-mashed potatoes Topped with a thick gravy; That is so delicious, The mouth-watering smell Triggers my appetite....

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harvest in his beak muted excepted for its blush poised on white pumpkin winterberry holly fruit a treat for the midnight crow ...

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on forest stroll murder of scarecrows assaults-- roots birthing new plants...

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A hungry woodpecker asked a man, "Which restaurant are we going to?" "We must get dinner as fast as we can", Replied the man who was hungry, too, "The longer it takes us to decide, As time continues to creep and crawl..." "I know what you're thinking", the bird replied, Let's slam our heads against the wall"....

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If you’re down on your luck just picture the duck In order to sup he goes bottom-up ...

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I love nature gives I love discrete birds singing All natural food....

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a long-necked goose pursued a stuffed hen, waddling through the entrails of an all-you-can-eat charred chick lunch special ...

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The raven loosened up his belt and had himself a patty melt. “Don’t eat so much”, I did implore As he spat out an apple core. Quoth the raven, “I’ll have some more.”...

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sun climbs big cloud hill ribbon rays ink silhouette vultures feast fresh meat...

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Two weeks before Thanksgiving, I got a jolt, I was driving my old bucket of nuts and bolts, along the country road on a chilly autumn day, Saw wild turkeys walking, they'd be ambling awhile, I slowed and rolled down the window to say, "Hey gobblers, soon it'll be Thanksgiving Day, Run! run as fast into the woods as you can! As...

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raised the blind this morning... and fourteen mourning doves lined the eaves waiting for seed... opening the garage door... sent them to the trees while feeders got filled and woodpeckers... gathered close to feed first... with the smallest birds as doves mourned their early wait in the trees... stan sand...

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What a lovely bunch! Or is that bananas? I think the term is cluster. But isn’t that chickens? No, that’s a peep, as in, don’t make one. If I don’t make a peep, will I become a Silent One? If I Speak(s) Volumes will I cluck like a cluster of chickens? If I do, will I be thought crazy...

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birds fall hunger-wise... before cold winters shortages... today a woodpecker ate... such an overfill it had to lay on the... feeder for ten minutes till... its throat cleared so that it could fly... it was such a 'pile he ate' that... it's called a 'pileated' woodpecker... stans sand...

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