Wagtails Poems - Poems about Wagtails

...a crescent lights the sky- the bald eagle sleeps yellow diamonds just stopping by- wagtails..onward fly......

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...Birdwatcher This passionate, keen Ornithologist, Is an interest, I profoundly pursue. With the upmost of dedication, To Black Tern & Long Billed Curlew. Never a Twitcher, or just an obs......

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...When The Arrow Of God is No Longer At Ease Things Fall Apart The Voice of The Enemy Within Whispers At Dawn saying Weep Not Child as The House Boy named Maru looks at The Sterile Sky and ......

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...Loose leaves rustle. The gray light of evening dips and sways and night closes in. Gone are the jays and the wagtails, the harbingers of better days. No fancy gadgets, just a jar of pen......

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...Loose leaves rustle. The gray light of evening dips and sways and night closes in. Gone are the jays and the wagtails, the harbingers of better days. No fancy gadgets, just a jar of pen......

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......inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot Loose leaves rustle. The grey light of evening dips and sways. Evening birds bleat their lonely tattoo. Gone are the jays and the wagtails, t......

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...Loose leaves rustle. The gray light of evening dips and sways and night closes in. Gone are the jays and the wagtails, the harbingers of better days. No fancy gadgets, just a jar of pen......

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...Sparkling little star, So much you warm my heart, A little girl in pigtails Made of sugar and spice, But enticed with snails and mice And puppy-dog wagtails When you sin......

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...Mid morning in the now leafy white poplar, tall and symmetrical, four flashing light and dark magnificent magpies tea leaf, steal the mannerisms of tinier wagtails by moving their tails up and dow......

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...When 'The Arrow Of God' is 'No Longer At Ease' 'Things Fall Apart' 'The Voice' of 'The Enemy Within' 'Whispers At Dawn' saying 'Weep Not Child' as 'The House Boy' named 'Maru' looks at 'The Sterile ......

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...The waterfall splashes, gushing from a mossy hill that drops small rocks; it doesn't dribble as on winter days seeping into grass that's dry. Soon the waterfall becomes a stream, where ravens rest to......

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...The Wagtails gathered before sunset, Dancing their olive steps Around treetops, And chatting like teenagers At an auditorium. The sky, dreaming Of dusk at its sapphire edge Played with the palm tre......

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...Each one of us follows a specific quest, and there many different ones; for me it's that passionate love which blooms in spring when rain becomes mist. Watching roses drip as eyes that weep restore......

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......inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot Loose leaves rustle. The grey light of evening dips and sways. Evening birds bleat their lonely tattoo. Gone are the jays and the wagtails, the burnt......

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...After the snow and the thaw set in, the bigger birds banished all the little ones to the higher branches of the trees as they fed on nuts and seeds. Big bullies lol! melting morning wagtails ......

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