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I got up this morning with the sun,
Knowing that this day would soon be done.
But I had a few things to do in between,
Like feed the birds, the squirrels, and chipmunks thru the screen.
I have always wondered why they come around,
Every morning with their flutters or jumps abound.
I hear the birds sing sweetly to me,
Now, even the squirrels are not afraid if food they see.
The chipmunks on the other hand,
Are critters who jump, run, bounce, and stand.
They hide from me when'er they can,
Think I'm an ogre, instead of a man.
They dig holes and burrows 'neath my patio too,
All this because I feed them, which sometimes I rue.
If you recall Chip 'n Dale, you'll have some idea of the two I see,
Eating up the bird seed, the rice, the peanuts, and even my fruit trees.
Like Donald Duck I want to Quack,
I just hope that they don't cause the foundation to crack.
They scatter the birds to get at the seed,
Then jump on the feeder for more...yes indeed!
I have even thought of trapping the little beggers back there,
But then what would I do with them, put them somewhere?
They'd only come back with abandon in their will,
These two little pesky rodents, sometimes I could kill.
At one time I probably would have tried to do so,
Not any more, as over the years I began to mellow.
But I do let them know my displeasure at their theft,
Especially of the wild birdseed I have left.
For some poor bird always gets less food,
Because of these pests, and that isn't good.
And they eat and eat and eat all day long,
Without getting bigger, or faster, or even more strong.
But they are God's creatures and he made them for a reason,
I only wish that I didn't have to see them in summer's season.
So, I'll go on feeding the critters because they get hungry,
I only hope that I can keep myself from getting angry.
THE OWL
Said to be the wisest,
Of all the birds around,
Because he is nocturnal,
And sits without a sound.
Enormous eyes see everything,
That goes on 'round about him.
When he takes flight his giant wings,
Expand to swiftly glide him,
So when he swoops upon his prey,
They scarce have time to see,
Silent death come swooping down,
And Owl claims his fee,
For being nightly sentinel,
And give his eerie cry,
Whenever those who stranger seem,
Happen to pass by.
He makes his home in wooded glade,
Or barn or in the fields,
He's comfy where his prey is close,
And where Nature yields,
The kind of food and shelter,
Needed for his kind,
As Mankind's need for space still grows,
That becomes hard to find.
Some think that he has powers,
A magic bird is he,
Familiar with the spirits,
And occult things that be;
But Owl is a simple bird,
He is no more, no less,
And if he knows much more than we,
Is anybody's guess.
Judy Ball
A beautiful bird of prey, the owl comes in many sizes and shapes from the Great
Horned Owl to the cute little Barn Owl. They're great for keeping vermin out of grain
for farmers and out of houses for city dwellers.
They're very intelligent and even make good petss but they're an endangered
species like most wild animals due to our growing need to take more and more from
the land. Pretty soon the world won't be able to support us anymore.
THEN WHAT WILL WE DO?!
A bird is visiting my yard
One that I have never seen before
Eating from the ground so vigorously
Pecking like a Sandpiper or a Woodpecker
That pecks on a tree
Looks like a Woodpecker
But not exactly and there are really four
I suppose there could be more
He has the ladder back
On his back, and a long strong thick beak
A red spot below his head
On the top of his back its said
His upper chest or top of the breast
A half moon as dark as night
Accented on the bottom half by mostly white
He works and works pecking the ground
Why he almost wears me down
Now he's joined by a goldfinch
Of such a brilliant hue
A male Bluebird eats undistrubed too
When the mystery bird takes
To flight on his tail there is a spot of white
I could watch him all the day
But responsibility calls me away
(My daughter said her husband said that it is a Northern Flicker and I looked it up and the
pictures of the Northern Flicker match what I am seeing.)
Form:
On the ground, stark still
The child immobile stared, saw
Its dead broken will
*
Songless feathers cold
Limping back from shivered tears
The bird speechless too
*
One bird flies no more
Death disshevelled to it clings
Like a silent heart
*
Each dying makes dust
Dust the silence of the song
Dust, death of a bird
*
No post mortem whys
Knowledge sorrows has no cure
Death cloud us with sighs
*
One tear glistened then
The mother tugged her away
Heart beating like wings
*
Dead before the church
In coldness, nothing flies now
In the silent skies
*
Hangs still the clod cloud
Air in air, a frozen will
Like a dead bird - falls
*
Inexorable
The mortal thread dangling dust
To featherless wings
*
A bird's desire fled
To this feathered crumbled heap
Shall I trust to sleep?
How quickly the earth forgets
all that the sun has said today
As daylight bows out gracefully
dwindling soon to silence
hush now, .....
let's listen to what the night will say
Listen closely ....stars are whispering
It is all about sleeping...
all about flowers folding for repose...
all about bird heads tucked under bird wings:
and dreams that walk silently after eyes close
shhhh....
Mother nature’s songs I cannot exceed
Of the Whippoorwill out in open field
They partake of mother’s bliss free of greed
Birds and their songs give of mother’s free will
Meadowlark songs of many are preferred
Though Scissortail flycatchers slice thin air
I favor Mocking bird of which I’ve heard
He sings all bird songs, I desire to sire
Mocking bird songs do surge with bird’s great urge
Whip-her-Will, he sings at night on the hill
Of Mocking bird songs , be of which I splurge
Awesome flight as dotted blades of windmill
Nature, birds and songs to springtime belongs
Nature’s spring refreshes men with bird songs
First Contest: Sonnet Me
In honor of: Sara Kendrick
#1) abab, cdcd, efef, gg
i wonder why grass is green
and wind is never seen
who teaches birds to built a nest
and trees to take a rest
who ask the wind to blow
and radiant sun to glow
why the rain always fall down
and earth wears the sky as a crown
why the sun rises in east and sets in west
who suggests these rules,which i think are really best
who teach the bird to fly
and new born baby to cry
who gave ostrich wings, when there is no need
and why carbon form rings, may be to do good deed
why human form religion
and why the peace bird is only pigeon
why the animals are called dumb
while they can speak their own tongue
the answer of all these treasure
is only NATURE, NATURE and NATURE.
All night in woeful tones
From some wilderness in a tree
A bird in solitude groans
With days outrageous memory
It's spring, O, O, it's spring
But the invisible bird little cares
Ice is in its heart, the wing
Of starry skies is ever unawares
No mating call is pain
So deep, no purposeless distress
Perhaps the birds complain
Ask to save sole habitat and nest
The cries is to creatures all
Against man's need to destroy and posesses
Each day the oak trees fall
Blinds us blundering into cold barreness.
Nature is a living thing
An organic part of us. The little bird
Sings, broken in heart and wing
An elegy for tomorrow here interred.
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I saw my sparrow hawk one summer back
It landed on my wooden platform specially made for him or her last year
A chest of creamy fur and a keen black eye.
An unusual sighting I ran to my mobile phone and flashed
Oh dear first shot messed up.
Second shot success as it flew away
Excited to see I developed the picture and the bird was not there.
How come. Then I noticed the smallest tip of a wing. My bird was lost.
Lost against the blur of the leafy bushes as she flew M shaped away.
My wife saw it so often I was jealous. My moment had came at last.
It came and went in a flash a wasted one.
And I have to now wait another summer.
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