Storks Poems - Poems about Storks

Humans have their storks but not so in the Land of drups. Where koi fish deliver new babies in polka dotted cups. They are brought in by telepathy on the tail of a half moon. Making their prospective parents giddy and full of swoon. They are left in their carriers in the back yards of course. Protected under the jurisdiction...

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In the midst of fiery crises I miss cool, shady oases O, Fountain, spring forth your fresh water revive my land to evergreen O, Abdim's storks, will you perch my neem? O, white-feather, flaunting egrets harbingers of rain, and night croaking toads, I've missed your glad tidings again In the midst of hot desert dunes I miss monsoons and rows of sorghum demarcated by a sorrel hedge I...

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It is 5pm and I arrive from work Things are changing, and I have visitors! Storks are circling, checking their position. They have returned to their second home. The storks swoop in, one by one. They glide in, silently............. gracefully. I hear the swish of air through feathers. They disturb the leaves and break the stillness. They select their place on a branch...

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Afternoon, late March, delivering promise of downtime from errands, long lines at the post, queues of cars at stoplights, what, if anything, is in the pantry for supper. A glass of wine is nice, will suffice against the mind's continuous monolog, news of unrest in distant lands, world hunger, and men on South Africa's wild coast who believe raping small...

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Seven well-fed storks complained of being too fat, so they started a chat. " Why do small robins fly fast and are happier?" " Are they healthier?" Mother stork replied, " Do what they do...fly further and you'll be thinner!" The drab storks refused to take her advice: to fly like them and not die....

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Afternoon, late March, delivering promise of respite from errands, long lines at the post office, queues of cars at red lights, what, if anything, is in the offing for supper. A glass of wine is nice, will soften the mind's noisy dissertation, news of unrest in distant lands, world hunger, and men on South Africa's Wild Coast...

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