If all goes well
airlines will sell
seats by the pound
the less you weigh
the less you pay
to fly the world around
and yet
if a commercial Russian airliner jet
unfortunately
crashed into the sea
would there be
Aeroflotsam on the ocean
fragmented and floating free?
It's a riddle
inside a mystery
wrapped in an enema
from 1939 Soviet Union history.
A crow, a raven, a grackle, birds so dark,
were apprehended in the park.
They stood in a line-up. They were caught.
Which was the grackle? Which was not?
Locked up, they were - a bad assumption.
What they need is not redemption.
They just need another trial,
A guilty snow-white dove, meanwhile,
sits in the sun and wears a smile.
About you I was wrong
Instead of a sweet song
~ You gave me the gong
Let the Fowls Go
Release
three geese
Fowl Abuse
I struck
my duck
Jokester Duck
Chuckling
Duckling
Crazy Bird Resort
The loon
Lagoon
Bird Mystery Novel
Who slew
Cuckoo?
The Welcomed Garden Bird
Again . . .
the wren!
Did you get enough to Drink?
Say when,
Gray wren
Most Revered Ones
Pharaoh’s
Sparrows
Bird Gazette Headline
Blind Larks
find parks
Bird Acquaintances
She knows
three crows
Today I’m thankful for the birds
Who…as to the tree limbs they cling…
know we must be part of the silence
If we want to hear them sing.
May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
Today I’m thankful for the birds who come to our feeders
to partake of a little free food…
and for how they spend times in our trees
singing their songs of gratitude.
May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
Today I’m thankful for the birds
and the messages about life they bring…
Like how they’re not afraid of the branch they’re on breaking
because their trust is not in the branch
their trust is in their wings
so am I cutting?
the grass while in my yard a
robin spies me as
~
so he follows me
as I stir up the bugs as
i walk cutting grass
7/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Pray for the birds,
Racing to survive the harshness of mother nature,
All in a desperate fight,
Yielding to relish the essence of life,
Forging emaciate energy,
Oh survival is hard,
Radically hard with time,
Time withers,
Hath time not withered?
Effortless it hath,
Bring thy hands together and pray for the birds,
I rest not,thou rest not and pray for the birds,
Racing to survive the harshness of mother nature,
Duly they fight,
Satisfy them.
dim drab
icy cold
song-less
pop open an eye
see my breath
like band-aides
rip these covers off
desperate stumbling
forced march
to Coffee
shivering
mission
complete
retreat
back to bed
burrowing deep
hood over my head
poor souls
who must rise
I close my eyes
roll over
and wait
for warmth
to waft
through the walls of
this cruel world
lucky souls
who gotta girl
to cuddle up to
comfort and freedom
never existed
in one package
for me
never was an angel
to set me free
she peeks over
the mountains east
my pretty girl
light slips through
blind slits
in deep winter
how I miss
the birds I
should've
could've
flown
too
maybe Ecuador
or Peru
dear house I'm
here with you
so many things
make me stay
get rid of one
ball and chain
clap on another
starting to feel
warm rays
penetrate
this space
need to move
be in this day
soon enough
birds will
come back to play
there's one now
faintly chirping
alone
soul hurting
feathered friend
gonna go hang
a feeder in my tree
fill it with seed
make cold mornings
brighter
for the birds
and me
In each and every passing hour
In every bloom and wilted flower
A shining moment's quick demise
Without a witness magic dies
Here and gone the magnificent goes silently
While dramatic things of less import
Captivate us violently
When someone says something off the wall
We say, “That’s for the birds,” but I wonder,
Do birds have an affinity for the ridiculous
This is something we might carefully ponder.
And who came up with “as the crow flies,”
As though they go the straightest distance
Between two points, and not the tiny sparrow
Which probably lollygags along, for instance.
Do birds have contests between themselves
For who can fly the highest or the faster,
For who can poop on the most automobiles
Oh my, what a freakin’ ponderable disaster!
Sometimes I think the birds get a raw deal
The subject of axioms and thoughtful verses
And when they hurl headlong into a window
I think they are victims of despicable curses.
Written May 22, 2022
A rather randy mallard duck
Was causing all the hens to cluck
Around about dawn
Along came a swan
With a bigger bang for the buck
where have the bird's gone
is it winter brutal cold
trees bearing Birds flown
~
away went to birds
now flying south searching for
...a warn winter home
7/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
The new feeder does not work,
I thought
maybe it was the wrong color.
This morning
its ornate wood frame
just looks alien and threatening.
The roof; shaped like a
Black Forrest cuckoo clock
now resembles Dracula’s castle.
The birds will not come to it.
They ignore it,
perhaps fear it.
I like it.
The birds can eat and crap
somewhere else.
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