Junco
Just another bird you say
Juxtaposed to other birds unfair
Jettison your prejudices
Join with other ornithologists
Judging the Junco on its own merits
Jubilantly this little bird thrives
Joyfulness in its tiny song
Categories:
ornithologists, bird,
Form: Pleiades
"Birds care not for whom they sing" - Silent One
For infants who feel the art of hearing for the first time...
For kids who don't distinguish between a rhyme and a chime...
For children growing up, seeing beings and non-beings...
When singing, does any bird care for anyone's feelings?
For students who are weighed down by loads of learning burdens...
For teachers who are occupied with their molding missions...
For parents who constantly care for their children's dealings...
When singing, does any bird care for anyone's feelings?
For hunters who're alert with a gun or bow and arrow...
For ornithologists who know birds of every barrow...
For birdwatchers who are fond of birds feeding on gleanings...
When singing, does any bird care for anyone's feelings?
For any vagabond, nomad, wanderer, or migrant
For any god, goddess, angel, cherubim, sage, or saint
For humans of selfish, sarcastic, sadistic leanings
When singing, does any bird care for anyone's feelings?
Categories:
ornithologists, bird, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme
robin zugunruhe
migratory restlessness—
singing their way north
Robin Image credit: Michael Lamarche
Graphic image by Mark Toney using Canva Pro
“Robins are feeling restless. Ornithologists call this pre-migratory restlessness, zugunruhe. This German word comes from zug (move, migration) and unruhe (anxiety, restlessness).” — Journey North (American Robin) - journeynorth.org/robin/spring2017/robin-migration022217.html
Categories:
ornithologists, bird, seasons, spring,
Form: Haiku
Murder of crows
Murder of crows
Ornithologists hate it
Wanting to rename it
Murder of crows
Murder of crows
The black scavengers earned it
Not caring in the least
Murder of crows
Murder of crows
I would like to retain it
It fits in their pleats
Categories:
ornithologists, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
HAIKU - WINTERS TRIBULATIONS
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bold... the jenny wren
brazenly makes itself heard
twelve grams of pleasure
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the starling mimics
its feathers dusted heaven
iridescent hues
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ornithologists
bird watchers, spotters, twitchers
bird carers all
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o the winter cold
fingers shrivel... nigh frozen
home... warm... hot achs... thawed
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fickle winter days
hazel bloomed three months early
no autumn nuts
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the wrath of winter
ice sheets... snow blankets... cold beds
resilient wildlife
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the devil thwarted
hark... you'll not beat me... it swore
winter -50... spring hiding
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spring sprites play music
snowdrops shake off cold winter
rivers free to flow
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winter... sunny days
steals the warmth... in vain
sunlight nurtures
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fresh growth braves the cold
green tips protrude... seeking light
summer warmth awaits
Categories:
ornithologists, nature, winter,
Form: Haiku
ISTS - NEVER MIND THE OLOGIES
agriculturists, working the land for sustenance
horticulturists cultivation of a magic garden flower
bio-cultureists landscape ecology, how to finance
aquaculturists cultivation of seaweed to devour
entomologists, don’t you jus love the creepy crawlies
ornithologists their up there with our feather friends, the birds
botanists, always on their knees, which suffer from the poorlies
palaeontologists, always finding fossils, dinosaurs and their turds
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Categories:
ornithologists, science,
Form: Lento
I watched a fragile bird today
painted black and white and gray
Prancing all about me
as if to dance and play.
He hopped around the grassy grounds
in hopes of breakfast beetles
To give him strength to fly again
in search of nesting twigs and needles.
Not being an ornithologists or bird watcher
by science or trade
I did not know the name of him
though still hear the sounds he made.
In those moments there before us
when time stood up on end
And for a while did make me smile
and feel like me again.
For reasons I still don't understand
how he captured my attention...
gazing on this feathered friend
Taking me to another dimension.
'til he struck gold right down below green
and came up with a trinket he prized
Of food for a day and words I can't say
Of this wonder that took to the skies.
Categories:
ornithologists, beauty, nature, me, bird,
Form: Rhyme
*****sapiens is what is me.
I am so happy I am not a turkey.
I am not taxonomically classified in a family
known to ornithologists as Melogracidae.
With a sauce made from the cranberry,
these creatures will be served come Thursday.
Without their feathers, they will spend most of the day,
inside some hot ovens just roasting away.
Therefore, these animals among the vertebrate ranks,
will not be spending their time giving thanks.
So many turkey lives will be lost.
It will be like another holocaust.
Categories:
ornithologists, holiday,
Form: Rhyme