There's a shindig in town where the upper class flocks
This societal stuff Joe constantly mocks
bow tie and black shiny shoes
entry for Joe they politely refuse
If you want to come in wear more than a pair of brief jocks
When a leader thinks, a nation walks
When a leader sinks, a nation talks
When a leader blinks, a nation rocks
When a leader clinks, a nation is flocks
When a leader inks, a nation makes
When a leader pinks, a nation awakes
When a leader seeks, a nation finds
When a leader links, a nation binds
Canada, the land of ice and snow and blue jays
Some are huge, able to swing large pieces of wood and get praise
Large jays stand in a box
In a large dome holding flocks
Live almost exclusively in Toronto by a bay
THIS CHATTERING OF FLOCKS
the birds are back, that’s good, the weather
is changing and I am bird-people, feathers
are my hair…look, sparrows chipping and fox,
ever-present raven with his peculiar pops
looks on, calls mate, assumes sentry position
woodwind chimes provide the percussion
yesterday’s robin is today’s good fortune
the starlings are wary but strike up a tune
the snow is all gone delighting the breeze
and a cherry aura hovers over the nearby trees
as goldfinches add colour to the ruddy ground
all become part of the symphony of sound
amid this chattering of flocks the meaning rings clear
a medicine song for my wintry heart to hear.
5/11/2016
egrets on shore
absorb cold, harsh winds...
shivering flocks
*Entry for the “Animal Haiku” contest. I live in Florida.
Whitecaps roll across the lake
born of winter's deadly wake,
huddled snow geese land amass,
praying for the night to pass.
As morning breaks they all take flight
en masse, they are a stunning sight.
Pray for them, that they may find
security in warmer climes.
Let them dodge the hunter's bow,
shotgun shells explode below,
they who love and mate for life,
keep them from the butcher's knife.
Like flocks of angels, pure and chaste,
snow white feathers of God's grace,
messengers of peace and love,
a gift of beauty from above.
By the window, safe and warm,
protected from the winter storm,
I thank God for this angelic sight,
given on this Christmas night.
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