Short Baby Bird Poems
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Sleepy baby bird
Fell out of her mama’s nest
She remained asleep
Picked up by a gentle hand
Restored to her mama’s nest
Why does the stork deliver the baby
Does its pouch resemble a womb...
Given how far it may have to fly
~ Perhaps it ought to use Zoom
mother sits beside
finger long, just born, pink squab~
crows eye fixed on it
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Date: 1/24/2021
Syllable count checked at HMS
tiny baby bird
mouth is constantly open
parents always feed
101 in a row (off the bad wagon) 191 - Poetry Contest sponsored by PD Linda
12th November 2014
A paregoric solution might be the ticket.
To making me feel more spry like a cricket.
If I could find the wonderful opium I need
I could start over like a phoenix with baby bird seed.
A paregoric solution might be the ticket.
To making me feel more spry like a cricket.
If I could find the wonderful opium I need
I could start over like a phoenix with baby bird seed.
i
Kuiken, five-week chicken little
cares little for half-brother
walks indoors all day
ii
Kuiken little looks, recalls
faces, responds to BABATJIE
when called, plus clicks (for chicks)
I love to see the birds fly in that great blue sky. And when a baby bird tries to leave its nest its actually quite a test. Some birds are big some birds are small but to me i just love them all.
mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat
mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is
the way of nature
loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane
“Today, we again failed to reproduce,”
said the gander to the goose.
“If we wanna keep up with the drake and the duck,
we gotta do more than ~ just depend on luck.
We gotta actually let something hang loose.”
Protection at bath
Fledging female sparrow bathes, drinks
Watched by mature male
Red male cardinal flies in
Almost backs-up in flight, flees
November 12, 2022
Idea November 10th
A fragile nestling, far too young for flight,
unable to respond to mother’s calls,
is grounded, unaware of its harsh plight.
Indeed, if God knows when the sparrow falls,
a holy tear is shed on high tonight.
I am
Big Bang
Inception
First Kiss
Dawn breaks
Match struck
Star twinkles
Thunder claps
Alpha, Yahweh
Baby bird flies
Chili on tongue
Baby born, cries
Awaken, conscious
1, the first prime
Drop falls on water
I am, that I am
The golden eagle flies through the clouds so swift and easy,
And a tree with nest is her stay for years of three;
One or two fledgling young espouse colour as marking,
Hear her calling them, just them, when elegantly swooping.
22/10/2015
"wings of hope"
like a baby bird
flying effortlessly free
there lies wings of hope
like a baby horse
standing strong waiting to run
there lies wings of hope
like the sun or moon
shining beams of light and grace
there lies wings of hope
SkyWatcher
06-10-21
When you’re feeling like a baby bird,
Going looking for your shell,
But you know you can’t go back,
Even though you think life’s hell,
And you know ‘cos now you’re out,
You must stand on your own two feet,
Come on now throw your head back,
And loudly shout tweet tweet!
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We walk passed the
wetland wash
in the sanctuary of birds
onto the beach.
.
We see the osprey mother
in her nest of branches
on top of famous
Target Rock;
.
and out in the sound,
the head of a black monster
flickers back and forth
below the moving surface.
WALKING IN MY GARDEN
When I walk through my garden late in the day
I hear the drone of a buzzing bumble bee
What wonders I see as I go on my way
And baby birds cheeping in the old oak tree
Yes, those are the wonders I hear and see
6 January 2020
For the contest sponsored by Dear Heart
Wondering where you are tonight?
Can't feel the warmth of your sight
Your wings that cuddle me under the moonlight
Your heat that incubates me in spotlight.
I'm a shelled-duckling not so pretty
My little heart beats so fast and plenty
Nearness of you I pray for each day
Your body to stay beside me all day!
"REQUIEM FOR 8:34AM"
my phone is out of service
today my internet bill is due
my blanket is unfolded
my cell phone charger
is white
two new eyes
two old eyes
there are no cars
in my driveway
birds circle my clock
my love doesn't grow old
it grows up
today a baby was born
By: Chicano Eddie
8-10-2016
a waned moon sliced a horizon~~a baby wakes~~and started cooing
waking a cote of doves~~jointly they answered the call~~in harmony
Original Date: 2019 December 28
Revised Date: 2019 December 29
ku duet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Howmanysyllables;
2 lines x 17 syllables per = 34 syllables total
A calm summer breeze is the day,
and I will learn to fly this very day.
I get up and try and try,
for my mother is teaching me to fly.
Looking carefully at each movement she makes,
I will do whatever it takes.
You see, if I don't fly,
I will surely die,
and those are high stakes.
Edward J. Ebbs - August 27, 2002
She dances she glances pirouettes in the rain
beyond her shoulder a turtle dove sits posed
She peers inside the water, a reflection of the self
looking back into time, for it is then that she espied
her beautiful smile intact upon a baby bird who couldn't fly
She poses in the mirrored lake, its a looking glass of sort.
In the backyard seen
A black squirrel running
The blackbird chasing
A small black squirrel
The blackbird hungry
It is trying to steal
Some of the eggs laid
Blackbird is on guard
Protecting the eggs
The nest on the fur trees
The squirrel no longer
Are fed the peanuts
Now that it is Spring
They must fend for themselves
Cotton wool puffs that are up so high,
Drifting along in a clear blue sky,
A field of wheat waving just like the sea,
To see these things shows how beautiful the world can be.
A gurgling stream that goes rushing by,
A baby bird that's learning to fly,
All of these things bring a happy cheer,
And tell everyone, summer is here.