For The Birds Poems - Poems about For The Birds

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...

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About you I was wrong Instead of a sweet song ~ You gave me the gong ...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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Yardbirds are hopefully smug cockfully strutting, cutting a rug? Parked car birds are vigilant vigilantes? No, they're nust enjoying a juicy bug? Dejour, ala...

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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...

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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©...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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