Was it a car or a cat I saw?
It zoomed by! I saw wheels~~not one paw!
Weird times, I’ve had ‘em.
Mad am I, madam?
My neighbor thought it was a macaw!
As the September of my days befall me it crosses my mind
soon my Autumn shall pass and Winter beckons me
Are you prepared dear mortal to accept death
face it, can you look death in the eye and smile
The Greenland shark can live to five hundred years
mysterious creatures of the seas
I catch myself remembering the birth of Spring
it fades softly and slips away
My Summer years full, brass and young
too much fun for life is endless in youth.
Now body worn, showing time with aches and pains
everything falling apart held together by medical wonders
Family and friends fade from life one by one
and you always get that senior citizen discount automatically now
When you outlive your pet Macaw you know time is escaping
faith important again, finding renew meaning is frost ensues
A false belief of immortality only a child's heart can see
in the eternal youth of Spring. Winter approaches
Do you prepare everything for others to ease their life
when you are gone or do nothing for it is easier than facing
Mortality.
King of Sky
Regal
Eagle
Robin in Mourning
Sobbin’
Robin
Bird Snatcher
Robbin’
Robin
The Oldster
Blue Jay
grew gray
The Slowpoke
Wood Thrush
should rush!
Out of Nowhere
Pa saw
Macaw
Bird Encouragement
You CAN,
Toucan
Nocturnal Hunt
Go prowl,
Snow Owl
Advice for a Proud, Sick Bird
See Doc,
Peacock
Such a Dear!
Darling
Starling
Blue the color of the brilliant boundless sky
To look at the heavens with a heartfelt sigh.
Blue of the vast briny ocean
Teeming with marine life always in motion.
Blue feathers of an iridescent hummingbird,
Large Blue Macaw parrot or beautiful musical bluebird.
Blue spring vibrant Empire Blue Butterfly Bush
Attracting winged pollinators scented cush.
Blue color gives out a feel of peace, tranquility,
And quiescence serenity.
3/13/2024
I am soaring above canopies of an olive kingdom,
singing sagas of untamable freedom, to whistling mistrals,
as a choir of tropical rain-forests serenade a wild chorus,
my rare perfumed wings unfurl strength~pirouetting like a ballerina in the velveteen clouds,
gracefully gliding toward mountains clayed with honeysuckle-glazed minerals;
I’ve been a keeper of secrets lost in the mists of time,
embracing the glowing sun that illuminates fields of fern,
whilst hope rests beneath my indigo feathers, guiding rose gold flocks.
Sometimes falcons and eagles are ignorant to my survival instincts-
they search for a sign to prey on my maternal prowess;
I mimic their frequency to deceive sharpened fangs and talons,
for I can hear whispers from miles of silence echoing amidst predatory darkness.
So find me in the wilderness, I am a harlequin macaw conquering depths of dense thicket trees.
I think I will do a little reverse bird watching today
This was said by our friend Amy, she is merry and gay.
What is it exactly? I asked, truly intrigued by the term.
Come by at two, she said. “But that time has to be firm.”
I stopped by and stared, not believing what I was seeing.
Pelican, macaw, flamingo and toucan were all tee-heeing.
Studying people and laughing at them, all around the block,
When ostrich and seagull joined them, they were quite a flock.
The maid busy cleaning the library
by any means necessary.
Jerry and Berry, the Macaw parrots
sitting on their tree perch
waiting for their tidbits of carrots;
When the maid got closer to the dictionary
with her wooden handle feather duster
They got excited, with high-pitch squawks,
heads switching side to side,
start fluttering their wings with the warm sun
around her red hair, and
they howler, " Where are our carrots?"
4/30/2023
'Writing Challenge - Words with 'X' -' Poetry Contest 7. excited
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Peppermint Christmas angels were doing the cha cha cha.
“What else can you do?” Asked a pinecone name of McGraw.
We can do the petootsie dance, and we can tease our maw.
“What else can you do?” asked a prissy critical macaw.
“We can twirl and spin, and we can make delicious coleslaw.
We can play racquetball and we can spot an editorial flaw.
We can peel potatoes in a fancy way if you get them raw.
We are pretty talented,” said the angels, and we can draw.”
The white macaw thought he was the ruler of the land.
And he was until the day they were overrun by a Mariachi band.
The arrogant pushy female lead singer declared herself queen.
The cats were easily swayed with kibble, did not think her mean.
The white macaw thought of flying off to a foreign place.
But his new suit was not ready, it was to be trimmed with lace.
When it is all stitched up, I shall be ready to go, he declared to all.
It was never finished, for his seamstress grandma knew how to stall.
Obviously male, I strut my stuff and make my song of Key Key Key.
I am the captain of this branch in the banks of this bamboo tree.
My relatives are from Costa Rica, and are as aggressive as paprika.
Except the looney ones from Argentina, who dance the Macarena.
Wait! That’s a lie, but we do have cousins in Panama.
They live in proximity of the great white macaw.
We are not petite like a parakeet.
But our rainbow throats simply cannot be beat.
We are medium sized, which sometimes makes tourists surprised.
A diehard necatavore; I eat sugar-rich flowers in meadow next door.
Do not wander far from my mountain gem tribe.
Or my lovely mate, my darling sweet heart bride.
She has laid two white eggs, sitting has made her cross.
Up seven foot high, they are covered by moss.
I am obviously male, I strut my stuff and make my song Key Key Key.
No other fiery throated hummingbird has the confidence of me.
Which flying bird shall I choose to be?
Would Bird of Paradise suit me?
Owl, falcon or hawk might be fun.
Bohemian waxwing is on the run.
Trumpeter Hornbill or Military Macaw?
King vulture or Jackdaw?
Flamingo with her peachy color?
I can’t decide. I’ll ask my mother.
I OPENED A DOOR
NOT SURE WHERE I AM.
OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD
I WOULD SAY TROPICAL LAND.
RAIN FOREST MAYBE.
IT'S HUMID AND HOT.
IT'S A LONG LOOK UP
TO THE SOARING TREE TOPS.
LOT'S OF STRANGE SOUNDS
ABOVE AND BELOW.
SOME ARE FAMILIAR
MOST I DON'T KNOW.
I LISTEN AND VIEW
IN EVERY DIRECTION.
I TAKE IN THE COLORS
AND MANY REFLECTIONS.
I SAW SOMETHING LEAP.
I THOUGHT IT WOULD FLY.
IT WASN'T A BIRD
IT'S A FROG IN THE SKY.
THAT WAS AMAZING.
AT LEAST FIFTY FOOT FLIGHT.
JUST MY OPINION
A THRILL AND DELIGHT.
I SPOTTED SOMETHING
IT'S GREEN LIKE THE LEAVES.
WHAT I SAW NEXT
WAS HARD TO BELIEVE.
A FROG TOOK A LEAP
A SNAKE TOOK A DIVE.
SNATCHED HIS DINNER
I SAW IT LIVE
EMERALD TREE BOA
A BEAUTIFUL GREEN.
THE NOCTURNAL CREATURE
BLENDS INTO THE SCENE
RAINFOREST BEE'S
WERE BUZZING AROUND.
A YOUNG SPIDER MONKEY
WAS AT PLAY ON THE GROUND
BLUE MORPHO BUTTERFLY
FLUTTERING FREE.
ENJOYING LIFE
AS IT SHOULD BE.
A SCARLET MACAW
MADE A DEBUT.
OR SHALL I SAY
WAS JUST PASSING THROUGH
RAINFOREST CREATURES
ABOVE AND BELOW
SOME ARE FAMILIAR
MOST I DON'T KNOW.
Michael E. Harris
05262021
true passion flowers
painted lady butterfly~
scarlet macaw flies
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the sun at twilight
leaving a trail of beauty
like smoke from incense
scarlet macaw flight
through deep green on verge of dusk
indigo follows
mysterious bug
fireflies twinkle all the June
in touch with the moon
If you want a treat, look up the most colorful birds
Ever made by God, and you will come up with the best.
Paradise tanager, red-bearded bee-eater, macaw. My word!
What a fantastic creature in and out of her glorious nest.
The kingfisher has an azure blue that is a most unique hue.
Rainbow lorikeet brings God’s promise to us. Hope alive too.
Violet crowned wood nymphs are a turquoise, matching the sea.
There are so many lovely birds, and not all in a tree.
The peacock has always been amazing to me.
The male, who has all the glorious colors that you see.
The female peacock is brown and dull, kind of plain.
So she can hide her chick’s nest in the barn, or in a storm drain.
No matter what bird color you love or admire.
Know that there are some birds out there the colors of fire.
I have not seen them all, for I have not traveled to some places.
But I admire God’s creatures on social media spaces.
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