Short Sunroom Poems

I heard the bird hit the window
So I went to find the fallen creature
He was not laying outside my sunroom
So I feel he must have gotten up
And flew away
To live another day...

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The sunroom in the afternoon
I’m on the couch; Missy, the floor.
We both are right competitive
when working on the loudest snore.
Poor Frances has her headphones on;
it’s that or likely lose her mind.
Or so she says, but when I woke,
I heard her sawing logs in kind....

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Cardinal peeking
Red flashes in my sunroom
Seeks window feeder

          Empty feeding box
          Attractive indolent bird
          Pecks at my window

                    Angrily flitting
                    Eyes industrious robin
                    Pulling at a worm


April 28, 2021...

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My cat loves the spring
She listens to the birdies sing

From the sunroom she watches out
to all the changes coming about

But now she sees another cat
and she paws the window acknowledging that

Though she's an indoor cat to his outdoors
could true love ever be in store

I now feed them both, Stella and Midnight
And to watch them display their affection is quite a sight

Monday, April 25, 2022...

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House of sun,
where the colors sing.
Sunroom blooms!
Inner bliss
and adventures in perfume,
at sunset or noon.

Spring air wafts,
warm through the window-
Peach rose prance!
Gloss green leaves,
glow on the street of colors.
Burgundy orchids.

Sunshine days
are welcome to stay.
Cacti blooms!
Pinkly plum, 
and nearly black pansies, too.
Nature's come calling.


Written on 2/20/2022
For: Give Me A Shadorma Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet...

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I buried a bluejay today.
He flew with grace into a window pane.
From my sunroom I watched and heard the Kaplunk.

I buried a bluejay today.
I watched him take his last breaths.
Broken neck aside the rose bush.

I buried a bluejay today.
Along with some vegetables so he could decay.
And blanketed gently with some fresh soil.

I buried a bluejay today.
If I could have saved his life, it would have been my pleasure.
But God works in mysterious ways.

I buried a bluejay today.
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