She looks through the lens,
a Baltimore Oriole
has just flared into orange sherbet,
her wide-eyed grin shines even brighter.
The bird alights on a branch just above us
blooms again in a sunburst of colors.
My mind is a fizz of euphoria.
I even bless Baltimore, for being
that golden city in the clouds
that I always thought it was.
I saw a buzzing, birding fly go by.
It spied a puzzling, flying bird up high.
When it said, "that's a flycatcher, I think",
that bird caught lunch - a fly and a drink.
when out birding, woodpeckers are one of my favorite finds
in Kentucky, where i live there are seven different kinds
the smallest is the Downy and they seem to like my suet feeders best
I always see them in a pair so I hope nearby is their nest
next we have the Hairy and its just bigger by a bit
in the evenings they seem most active so I like to go outside and sit
a Red Bellied woodpecker visits one of my trees each day
I am pretty sure when I hear its call it asking me to play
Northern Flickers have speckles and a black patch on its chest
Its feathers are mostly brown, and not black and white like the rest
Yellow Bellied Sapsucker is my favorite one to say
I spotted my very first one in a field of flowers on a hot summer day
the Pileated is the largest and loudest and a majestic one to see
they like to make their nests in the cavity of a large dead tree
the last is the wood-cockaded that I have yet to spot
its rare and likes pine forests but I will give it my best shot
A seagull and anhinga sit
On logs next to the pier,
Perhaps preparing for a meal,
For fish are likely here.
They do a little grooming, but
They mostly seem to sit,
Though the anhinga opens up
His mouth a little bit.
As far as the anhinga goes,
I think that’s what it is.
My Google research said so;
I am not a birding whiz.
The seagull just flapped up and flew
And left his friend behind,
Although it doesn’t seem that the
Anhinga seems to mind.
It’s lovely sitting by the water,
Which a barge just churned
And, by the way, that seagull,
Just this minute, has returned.
Twisting, turning, swooping, SWIRLING
Starlings just before dusk
Forms patterned cloud ILLUSION
Coming together as single
Thousand minds as one
Act in an instant
Who trains them all?
Who leads them all?
RUSTIC charm of birding
Brings rare joy sighting
SILENCE seems to EMANATE
In ambience of forest
SYNTHETIC life in city
Never helps to BLOSSOM
TIMELESS calm of Nature -
A price above priceless.
Today I will see my brother,
for he is not like any other.
Food and tarot cards are his pleasures,
comic books and poetry remain his treasures.
Birding and fishing we do for fun,
walking is our exercise never a run.
I wonder what this day will bring,
with my brother it is certain to be interesting.
Spare a minute
to know about
those perky creatures
and their special features
Lifers, twitcher, tertial and lores
are nothing but the birding terms
Introduce, birding to the children,
As that would make kids pen
Their mesmerizing melodious calls
and the raising tunes wake up all
from those regular humdrum
and make us embrace the bliss
They are the angels from heaven
who have the power to turn
even the empty plots into garden
and the frozen winter into spring
They are the one who begin
the jingles in the dawn
and the one who end
the day by doing murmuration at dusk
They make us feel high,
For, they are buoyant souls that fly
which transfer their energy and power
to the one who watches them for hours
So why waiting? Look out
Spare a minute...
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" one minute birding"...
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A birder in search of a bird
Just slipped on a buffalo turd
Sharp as a tack
Flat on his back
He learned not to follow the herd!
A warbler flits just out of sight
High up in the trees
His vocal song comes raining down
But still I cannot see
He gives me but the shortest glimpse
Behind the curtained leaves
Whilst singing here and flitting there
In the tops of trees
The singing stops but still I look
Scanning high and low
Hidden now by just one leaf
My hope now starts to grow
Into the suns shining spotlight
Thos little bird hops out
For just a moment and then he's gone
I give a joyful shout
Deep into trees the bird flies on
Ne'er more to grace my eye
But with my glass I search on still
To fine one more surprise
We are two…..
your hands
two nervous birds
nesting in mine
my chest
hollowing itself
for your breasts
love-birding
close to the cage of my heart
your mouth
chick-beak
hungrily
to swallow the worm
of my tongue
our hips
birds of paradise tails
dipping
urgently
to rim
our probing head
into our enchanting nest…
we are two
we are one !
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