Suet Poems - Poems about Suet

...The war refuses the head, below wasting in dead Rearing the front as storms fell the timbers rot Upheavals breast, shorn and filled in neglect Lay useless she had cried, allow dimple and deny T......

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...Fresh snowflakes are gently falling from the sky Blanketing the ground white, no longer brown and dry The snow topped bird feeders are now swaying in the wind And appear to be almost empty with th......

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...when out birding, woodpeckers are one of my favorite finds in Kentucky, where i live there are seven different kinds the smallest is the Downy and they seem to like my suet feeders best I always......

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...bird feeder pole snapped in two suet cakes gone-border collies barking large furry forager departed- sated ......

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...red cardinal eats suet with his white beak.... in late December greasy white on his feathers even in misting cold rain ......

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...have to screw it down tightly lately being often lighter than air it tends to float it gets stuck somewhere maybe in tree limbs or under a parked car on a rainy day then again it often f......

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...Cold wins blow across My weary bones Feathered icicles Hanging high above home Downey woodpecker Eating a suet mix Nature’s inadequacy For a protein fix Cats watch behind Glass doors Pha......

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...birds flock suet, birdseed disappear.... birdbath thawed ......

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... in my garden amidst the flowers and hanging baskets I notice a wren bouncing around, busy, eating, exploring the bird does not stand out but blends in with brownish hues you usually......

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...on a tripod by the window be my... camera with a telescopic lens aimed at bird... feeders over the garage door such that the... chipmunks can only get bird feed grounded by... birds that ......

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...human hunger be...just 'a pull' on a tree for...an apple to eat and birdseed hunger be...as a pileate woodpecker and...the 'pile he ate' of the seed just then it's mate sounded...and 'a pe......

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...My muse is on fire, she burns at the stake guilty of poetasting, and glaring mistakes Inferior rhymes with old Monoku outtakes blaze all around her, as embers are raked Badly blistere......

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...Fluffy bird Deep in shrub Surviving Winter's blast Cold rain pours North Winds blow Suet placed Close by shrub Assurance ......

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... I am a blue Swallow. I was born in the late summer, and my parents taught me everything they could before leaving me to fend for myself. I spent all autumn gathering food and hid......

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...She carries home onions in a string bag. She walks in time-dinged tweed and wilted woolens She is of age and does not count her days. She knuckles cords of twisted tendons. She treads low-heeled ......

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