Birdbaths Poems - Poems about Birdbaths

...birds ~many species flood to the bird feeders.... frozen birdbaths crack......

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...Cattywampus In a world where things get messy and everything is in disarray. One can become easily distracted and overwhelmed throughout the day. Cattywampus is what some may describe these ......

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...contrariety brown thrasher takes morning bath.... doves, hummers, fly in small and large birdbaths offer water consolation prize......

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...Genesis: 1:20 The poet cleaned the kitchen window over the sink At first glance No birds were seen there to feed or drink water Soon through cleaned window Bir......

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...My garden is rustic wild far from any formal style as Mother Nature shows anything grows. Too many weeds but they flower too watering watering those summer blues Pretty vines tall and gre......

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...I worked at a boisterous animal shelter, which wasn't too far from my home, That filled days with barks, meows and singing, like green wilderness zones. I loved working with the various animals, ......

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...I come up from down the mountain Where the sky is always green And the trees are a showy pink Up toward the valley down there. Often I seldom wonder how Cat fishes can fly so high While the bir......

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...The first monarch butterfly, Just flitted by. Lazily drifting through stark spring sunlight, Seeking any blooms to alight. Daffodils cheerily glow before front fence, Oval ridged petals in bre......

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...Yellow and purple crocus clumps now easy to find, Tulip and daffodil bunches not far behind. Before my front fence Their greenery is getting dense. Today I plant some bulbs I forgot To add in ......

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...Surrendering frost Frees spring from the ice Daybreak sees what shadows lost Flower-colored footpaths Crystal thawing birdbaths Winter's sacrifice 3/30/18......

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...I Hear You Singing I hear you singing outside my window, in the beautiful rose gardens. I see you, my angel, with arms pointed, stretched out to my heart, I hear you singing, joining in those......

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...Down and down and down they fall, into rivers and oceans and seas, into eyes looking up, and onto uncaring heads, making streams gurgle again, overflowing suburban birdbaths, filling a little b......

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