Short Avian Poems
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WISE AVIAN
Nested in wisdom,
She contemplates her guidance:
Waiting to navigate.
Her large eyes, surveying life,
Visioning the divine course.
Cunning Sam craved to catch caged canary,
feigned sly not to be overtly scary.
He sneaked with dinner in mind,
caught in cage, Sam starved confined.
The bird performed Houdini sorcery.
Watch the cautious songbird, afraid of the night,
Travels never lasting to capture the light.
She shuts her eyes, ‘fore daylight dies, she’s bound to the sun.
And then she hides, a branch so high, to rest ‘till night is done.
Amidst the woods, there existed exquisite birds,
Warbling melodiously upon trees with rhythms that charm,
Their vibrant hues reminiscent of a festive evergreen,
Meticulously adorned within the forest's arboreal realm, akin to celebration adornments.
Birds tweet beside my window
all through the summer night
An endless chorus of chatter
until the morning's light
They pause then, perhaps for breakfast
while I bury my head in my pillows
Then just when I'm finally sleeping
they resume their peccadillos
Solid white oak tree with stalwart branches.
God's creatures, bed and breakfast.
Refuge for the wayward kitten.
Hides the homes and young of the song birds
and scurrying squirrels.
Deep rooted to stand for ages and
shade the lives of those who journey and stop to rest for
awhile below your splendorous branches.
A chickadee flew up to me
And chirped out a request -
Please fill the backyard feeder
‘Fore I head back to my nest.
I had indeed put out some feed
But clearly not enough,
So other birds had polished off
The nuts and fruits and stuff.
I would have bet I’d never get
A message that’s been tweeted,
But I complied, for even birds
Get angry feeling cheated.
Two wayward pigeons settled
On the A.C. right outside.
Nine stories up, they strutted
With no place for them to hide.
We were surprised to see them;
They’ve not visited before.
Perhaps they meant to stop off
At a slightly lower floor.
I didn’t mind their presence
But my husband did, so “Shoo!”
One tap against the window pane
And off those pigeons flew.
Richi, Liz and Boris,
which one will the fountain bless?
What wise owl flies to our aid
and pulls us from this mess?
Vultures make lazy circles
and falcons loop the loop.
Maybe they won't say boo to a goose
or are they planning when to swoop?
Keir Starmer's counting chickens,
but here there is a catch.
How long does he have to wait
before those chicklets hatch?
Grey clouds are hovering near.
Winter's chill will soon be here.
Avian are taking flight,
pausing to roost for the night,
but only for a brief time
then on to a warmer clime.
Flocks fly on fine feathered wing,
migrating, they trill and sing.
To return in spring to nest.
At journey's end they will rest
before baby chicks arrive,
so the species will survive.
As robins forage on the lawn,
their last pre-frost hunt, and
feast within the berried trees,
I wonder if they think upon
an old disheveled nest
and recall at all their youth
within its sheltered folds;
as we might ponder
while passing by
our old childhood home.
Or, do they simply move along
- time being too valuable
for sentimental recollections.
Inspired by the poetry of Robert Frost
Avian life of mine
Blooms with wishes divine
Candle - one more added
Days with joy - so padded
Eid too joins the party
Full moon blesses us - hearty
Grandeur unveils autumn
Hard rock shows us green thumb
Iambic feet of three
Joins to form poetry
Kingly gest of season
Lets love play in vision
Moments lived with pleasure
Narrate hidden treasure
Opulent love from you
Plethora brought anew
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)