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Crow (Blackus Menacingus)
large, clever and a scavenger
found in gardens where there’s trees
good at puzzles, can be trained
likes TV shows about celebrities

Blackbird (Blackus Not-A-Pirateus)
common gardeners friend is he
perched on the handle of a spade
looking out for bugs and worms
went on a holiday to Adelaide

Thrush (Not-The-Itchyus Sortus)
light brown plumage with spotted front
easily identifiable medium bird
known for a

Categories: birdwatching, bird, fun, funny, humorous,
Form: Light Verse

EVOLUTION OF A BIRDWATCHER

BIRD WATCHERS! 
I’m sure you’ve sen them out in nature…with their binoculars glued to their eyes….
pointing…waving…jumping up and down as if they’re constantly surprised!

They often dress alike…they flock together…filled with a shared one-love…
For years I found them easy to spot…and easy to make fun of.

Over the years, however, I’ve seen a subtle change in my

Categories: birdwatching, bird,
Form: Rhyme

Birdwatching

Everyday I go birdwatching,
I see them-
Seagulls, Geese, Humming birds-
Flutter and puff out their wings,
To soar the tinted sky-
Dancing along the clouds like small jets,
Or the carefree glide of paper aeroplanes.

I watch as their wings carry them-
Steer up and down-
Allowing Pelicans to dive and splatter-
Into the water.

An apprehensive dove's feet teeter-totter at the edge,
Perhaps it had

Categories: birdwatching, analogy, animal, bird, mental
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Birdwatching

Each morn at dawn, I take my perch
Awaiting apt brightness to start my search.

A flash of wings, catches my eye,
As tiny flocks of birds flutter on by.

It's a busy time as hungry birds feed,
Diving below, poking in holes, rummaging in weed.

With binoculars at the ready, I spy
A flock of godwits flying high.

A gaggle of terns

Categories: birdwatching, bird, morning, nature,
Form: Couplet

Birdwatching

The early bird gets the worm
Or so they always say
As he squirms what does the worm earn
For minding his business in clay?
Watching blue birds fly about singing various tunes
The red birds song sing of home in the month of June.











6/15/2022
 
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Categories: birdwatching, animal, bird, blue, red,
Form: Rhyme

Birdwatching

From a very little age, I have loved birdatching. before we go on a trip, we used refer some books and write down a list of birds to check on. we actually gave up this habit after several of our successfully planned trips had to be canceled due to disastrous weather. now I'm 15 and

Categories: birdwatching, bird, nature,
Form: List

On Birdwatching

I remember when birds were just plain birds,
and ducks were the birds that swam in the lake.

Binoculars were tools for seeing ballet;
heavy, clumsy, hard to control focus.

Once taught to listen for the call, cheep, bzzt,
and search in the direction for motion

I never went back to being blind, lost
to flutters, fannies, eye rings, and beaks.

Color important

Categories: birdwatching, adventure, animal, bird, flying,
Form: Free verse

Birdwatching

birdwatching
binoculars in hand
fowl eavesdropping



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on September 7, 2018

Categories: birdwatching, bird, word play,
Form: Senryu

Birdwatching

That gift of reason
has led me
some would say astray
for I see faith in fable
as ceding response
ability
fundamentalism
indoctrination of ignorance
indelibly 
bliss of all bliss while
I submit
to this glorious sky
waiting for bliss to
fly by
for I see bliss as fleeting
on a falcon's wing.

Categories: birdwatching, bird, religion, spiritual,
Form: Free verse

Birdwatching

birdwatchers
scrambling off the bus
wild turkeys

Moonset/2012

Categories: birdwatching, bird, humorous,
Form: Senryu