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The birds understand us, it’s true,
They understand us better than men,
Observe the grey heron when it is afraid,
listen to the Robin
Who asks to play with you,
Go for the lint
She doesn’t want any wrong notes,
The birds understand us,
The thief has always known you,
She knows how far to go,
They understand us better than our ministers,
Better than the gendarmes to guard you,
They understand us better than the bakers
too busy making croissants in the morning,
The birds understand us,
listen to the duck, who chooses beautiful oranges,
listen to the Blackbird,
who whistles when you are depressed,
When you think of Martine or Marie Noëlle,
listen to these dear birds,
They interfere with what you think,
They are wary of alley cats, domestic cats
They are suspicious of everything, of the time that passes slowly,
They guess your dreams, your fantasies,
They have nothing to lose by watching you,
Let them speak to you of God, of Bonaparte,
The idea of lying never crosses their mind,
They understand you better than psychiatrists,
They know what you think,
let them, they have a thousand things to say
Let them sing the coming of spring.
NB When I go for a walk a little before dawn, the singing of birds is like a medicine, it gets rid of the physical and moral heaviness, due to sleep.
Written: January 12, 2024
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Their buzzing goes unabated
the cool air scent of lavender
in this unfathomable cosmos
where dreams are fulfilled,
a smidgeon of silver wind
utterly enthralled.
Within the icy voids of
aching and colorless hues
raven-inhabited remnants
vulnerable grays
aesthetic fog, fanciful yarns
dissipating wood smoke
whispers of winter, as dusk falls
dawn in monochrome
amidst gentle chimes
traces of an emotional waltz
oblivion is grieved in silence
a blackbird with ruby wings!
The colors of the trees
Iridescent in appearance
create a stunning scene
that is incredibly fortunate
this is a poetic domain
where lilts joyfully chortle
the trees gently move
and the dryads are overjoyed
the heart of lullabies
with brilliant opals
giving wandering spirits hope
back in their house labyrinth
Scarlet nests were seen on high boughs
romantic place where calm blooms.
With the hearth of lullabies
opals that are flaming
soul-directing the wayward.
they're back in their home maze.
nests of crimson grew snugly.
among the boughs, exalted.
a sanctuary for love.
wherever there is harmony,
exquisitely halcyon arbors
colorful tapestry with wonderful beauty
Iridescent sky with gorgeous hues
In this magical setting, dreams bloom
where nature's splendor is eternal,
calmly, trees swing, and the dryads spin.
Spring is just around the corner
‘tis my favourite time of year
delighting in the knowledge that
Spring is close
Spring is near
Sounds of twittering ~ chirping ~ cheeping
are sounds I love to hear
for spring is truly in the air and birds are everywhere
I am woken before dawn by herring gulls squawking
they are roosting very close ~ to each other they are talking
Then crows I hear their caw caw cawing
for me a special treat
each day a crow caws out ‘Hello’
then caws to me ‘Good morning’
The sweetest sound of all is when I hear a blackbird call
for his repertoire is endless
each morning he’s performing
his romantic love filled aria
especially for me as I sip my morning tea
I love the sounds of sparrows so many gathered in a tree
just like the largest choir ~ they sing in total harmony
Such joy to hear a song thrush as he perches high above
warbling for his mate ~ serenading her with love
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New life beginning
New shoots are springing
With all her birds singing
Mother Nature at her best
All dressed to impress
Written 21st February 2021 ~ a very Spring like day…
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Blackbird sings shrill at night, before day's dawn,
not now drowned by traffic's rumble sound,
nor returning early morning flight from Costa's Benidorm
to Heathrow's duller, grayer ground.
Now all is empty beach, and quieter lock-down street.
This strange unearthly morning still has only just begun,
has only just begun its start, is nowhere near complete.
And blackbird sits on hedge row top, or higher branch,
dark shadowed shape to rising glow.
And does he notice those below no longer make their way to work,
or turn the key where car is parked beside suburban curb?
Has he found this finer voice now humankind has lost its choice
to mask this far sublimer task of glory choral sound?
So sweetly sung, so sweetly hung between each silent pause.
It gains Creator's ear, soft ringing His applause,
while many sit in fear, shut still behind closed doors,
first hearing clear for many years this greater sound composed.
First hearing clear for many years: Creator's sound composed.
Behind a frozen glass window I peer,
but not for long despite the pending thunder,
to spur an inner gnawing gumption,
I turn a chilly doorknob,
with great stealth born of winters past,
sleet-ridden gusts, swaying tree leafs,
slippy patch awaits the reckless foot,
a shivering deep down voice whispered,
perils lurk for absent-minded strollers,
caution now encrusted in each limb,
weather warning, weather brave,
the imp within me teetering in jest,
will mine be an ice skater taunt?
As I absorb dark canvasses around me,
wondrous hint of moonlit snowflake,
silver white midair droop miracle,
blackbird silhouette on brittle twig,
nearby sudden dart and dash,
from orange-copper feline irises,
their intermittent shrill meow,
a stark punctuation mark,
Did I hear the rustle of a drawn curtain?
actioned by some enigmatic sleeper,
fearful of the hair-raising sound,
from passing traffic at such unearthly hours,
Was I shaken by those flickering lights?
in velvet shadow rooms engulfed by mystery,
yet this somber mood seasonal pantheon,
shall bemuse that haunted house,
that much sought after haunted shelter,
where a mind in nocturnal flight,
might somehow wander unseen
Misty drizzle
Blurry skyline;
Dreary wetness
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Dawn erupts
Thunder echoes;
Wet window panes
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Absent songbird
Dawn hymnal empty;
Rainy madness
~~~~~~~~~
Dark morning
Awake to wetness;
Cold windy groans
~~~~~~~~~
Tropical fruit
Seasonal offerings;
Duku fruit party
~~~~~~~~~
So many books
Simple wisdom;
Abundant love
~~~~~~~~~
Morning offering
Thunder and lightning;
Sleepy sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Smart craft
Fond draft;
Wet raft
~~~~~~~~~
Seeker finds
Start again;
Journey far
~~~~~~~~~
Wet blackbird
Ledge retreat;
Drenching rain
~~~~~~~~~
Wet walkway
Rushing strangers;
Puddles flooding
~~~~~~~~~
Aqueous mist
Cold frozen air;
Wintry touch
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Leon Enriquez
25 October 2016
Singapore
Torn from my slumber in the early hours
by a Blackbird outside in a tree,
as it performed for us a solo dawn chorus
as loud as can possibly be.
Now fully awake, no way could I sleep
all because of that darned noisy pest,
so I stumbled about with one leg in my jeans
as I quietly tried to get dressed.
But I woke the missus, she looked at the clock
saying “ it's only three forty-six!”
which meant that last night when I checked all the clocks
my watch I'd forgotten to fix.
Next year when the Government say 'put your clocks back'
can somebody please have a word,
and ask them when they start reminding us all-
can they also go tell all the birds.
A blackbird
sings his
songs of love
exquisitely
serenading
Beguiled by
his love songs
she responds
coupling
new life
created
Nesting
resting
one by one
slowly eggs
will hatch
Nurturing
feeding
hungry brood
day and night
search for food
Tired parents
await the day
fledglings fledge
to find their way
circle of life
continues
and she
his love
cannot resist
love songs
exquisitely
serenaded
Written 14th May 2019
After the most gorgeous spring day, whilst out walking I heard a male blackbird singing his heart out... oh what joy!
Contest Your Choice 2, any form, any theme
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After two days of drama
Of pacing up and down
Looking for her nest
Looking for her eggs
Looking so confused
Looking all around
So imagine my pain
Looking out at her again
Just sitting where her eggs once were
I truly felt so sad for her
she was perplexed and puzzled
she was looking very muddled
For she sat just where her nest had been
Looking all around her
I went to bed ~ tears in my heart...
Awakened by the blackbird
his joyous song went on and on
As stumbling out of bed
to my balcony I did head
To see her moving bits for nesting
sat amongst it she was resting
and my heartstrings pulled again…
On returning from my walk
taking toast and coffee with me
I sat upon my balcony
for the morning sun was calling
as a brand new day was dawning
What was that I spied
a trick of the light
I cannot believe it
it cannot be right
For there it stood
just by her side
the shiniest
brownest
most precious
EGG
I jumped for joy
I whooped
I cried
For this morning’s miracle
I am waxing lyrical...
Written today ~ 26th May 2020
after losing her nest with 3 eggs in the night before it was truly a miracle to see another nest with another egg– gosh my nerves won’t take much more…
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Sponsor Brian Strand
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It was a frozen morning as she shivered in her place, yawning.
A bland days early light tried its best to make earth brighter.
The engine of her ageing car hummed tiredly after a cold nights stillness and she
sympathised quietly.
The weathers icy film had fallen like a landslide before her eyes; she came to notice
the things around her.
Just a tiny distance away stood a blackbird and his friend, the robin. They
exchanged songs and gathered food, as together thay ate early morning worms.
It was at this time that she stood motionless and thought as herself being the
blackbird and her unborn child, the robin; united in company, doing things as mother
nature intends.
Yet they are seperate souls, but still a constant reminder of one another.
This, she cherishes as she watches them fly away.