Funny how you figure things out as time shapes true intentions.
So, so, funny how some think you're gullible because you have aged.
Funnier still that some think you buy their stories in all their glory.
Funniest of all, I figured it all out because of a little tweety bird and his pretty cage.
Is it a gaggle of geese
as the sky turns red
or skein of ducks
flying overhead instead
into the wild blue yonder
and as the crow flies
it's not a murder
nor a tidings of magpies
there's more than one
(for sorrow)
the question I did surely ponder
as they flew into the setting sun
with sparrows I have no quarrel
and yet with the wisdom of owls
for this hunter with his gun
it's like shooting fish in a barrel
Little Chickadee
Winters perch high in the tree
you shiver like me.
A longing feeling fills my heart
I lean over to my love who lay cuddled up in the grass next to me
This is very new, as I never believed I should feel this level of happiness
He has taught me the love I truly feel I deserve
Always giving me the first bite
Always flocking my feathers that stick up on my left side
Always waddling beside me at just the right pace
Soon one stary cool night we entertained the big next step
Ruffled feathers swirled around us as our bodies intertwined
Your river-scented musk fills the air
Feeling the pressure inside of me until we both beautifully pop
I had never had such a smooth flight to a destination in my life
NOT ALL BIRDS OF A FEATHER
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When I hear the whooping cranes
Singing their glad refrains
I know the seasons are changing fast
And we can enjoy a spring at last
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These sand cranes whirl around the sky
And swoop and dive as they fly
They know the fields on the ground
Will give them food and water sound
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Their only fear is of mankind
So I never expect I will find
Them close to me where I can say
I will show kindness every day
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Not all beings are full of hate
And have no care for other's fate
Forever we spread God's love around
For we now know where love is found
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Soon in the future we will see
Only love will always be
All creatures will be free from fright
Will whoop and play right in our sight
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Copyright, Kathryn Search
The Mockingbird sings out his misleading best,
in hopes to attract a dupe with a nest,
where the squatter believes mate’s eggs should belong;
so mimics and jabbers uncountable songs.
Catbirds and Thrashers, related critters,
both grey North Americans sport throats of a twitter.
These gifted Warblers mock tricky bird tunes,
deceiving, deluding as feathered dragoons.
In fairness to balance the Tweeters’ intent,
creating, demanding a need to invent
a song to attract a new or lost mate:
so, a beacon to follow and commitment to state.
EXAMPLE MOCK SONGS
whistling, hey-hey yip pittie-yap
frog gurgle, snarf-chickie claw-saw
peep peeping piccolo-staccato bleat
sniftering chit-chat, yodel-do do
snerling, rat trap, blah tat-tat-tat
crunchy nasal chirp, coo-coo-coo
Sporting in lightening spell bounds of nature
Caressing the coolness of the peaceful sky
Worthy stake embellish wings adventure
Cordially exploring weather so bright
Two placed up on high heaps wings sojourn
Innate drives mount the hope cum disturbed winds
Fright of possible fall is thereby spurn
They are the airborne rocking the headwinds
Masterminds of the muse behind aircraft
That clothes human envies to flying
Through necromancy braced up in witchcraft
Beyond imaginable horizon
Both enjoys the openness that caress the grace
Which journeys them along peacefully in space
Not to be agreed with…
just to be heard
The flock singing hollow,
reechoing words
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
We are always in a pack,
looking out for each other's back.
In harmony nothing we lack;
we are each other's luck.
seabird flock squabbles
on safe peninsula shore
it beggars belief
it was so hot I heard a bird say to its wings "don't even think about it."
Life of a bird that swoons high above
Singing this tune of true love
Chirping and cheeping
This Love from above
Singing among the clouds
May I take your hand and hold it
As a wing holds a dove
High above the clouds
Let anger not clip these wings
Let us soar though this wind from above
Let these clouds be light and free
Singing out our love
Sit upon this branch and nest with me
Let these eggs hatch with warmth so tenderly
Tingling inside tapping, cracking and opening
This love we have created
This child from above
Laying down, on my back, on my bed
Eyes open, staring at nothing, disturbed in the head
Hunting season, bloody reason, landscape turned red
Out in the hall, clock on the wall
Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo
she said she
had feet like
a penguin
that i was
the only human
being that loved them
but being selfish
thinking if
she had
no feet
how would
she stand at
the altar
and say
I do
Such a beautiful melody
Lovely as can be
Chirping so gleefully
Some bird in a tree.
What is that music I hear?
I hear it most everyday
Its number one on the billboard
It’s sure to stay.
No lyrics or chorus within
An orchestra is obsolete
Performed by a song sparrow
No other bird can compete.
Lifting up our spirits
No matter what the weather
Good to have such friends
Like birds of a feather
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