the cuckoo is a lazy trickster
she lays her eggs in bush warbler’s nest
remember Mayzie LaBird in Dr. Seuss’s book Horton Hears the Who?
Bush warbler is tricked by cuckoo bird.
She thinks the eggs are hers.
Takes care of them until they hatch
And then raises cuckoo’s baby as her own.
Yellow Warbler
That's A Real
Warbly One, That
I Never Knew.
Photo Image
Copy Writ
I'm Sure.
I'm Certain.
Curtains Wrapped
In Values Dear
Steer The Mood
To Rats And
Hawks.
Want To Watch?
A Hawk Refreshed?
You Talk
Or Talk
But Not
Talk Now...
No-Not-Know.
Every Foot-Fall?
I Didn't Even
Know The
Frea-King
Bird.
I Have No ID-ea
What's IM-portant.
And Neither Do You.
We Can't.
It's TOOO Much.
Cooo-coo-coooo-KooKity-chip!!!
-Gray Squirrel
06-25-2025
Canadian bird
the chestnut-sided warbler
on lovely blooming.
The black-throated blue warbler is wee and cute,
But to a caterpillar he is a brute.
With a sweet melody, he attracts his mate,
And they eat spiders when they go on a date.
Lonesome heart beats like a caged warbler without a morning song,
pining to be free, before cherry blossoms float away with breeze.
Hope arrives as a Lovebird opens lock for him to spread wings.
pink headed warbler
loves insects in evergreen
dislike fall places
black and yellow finch
cute Magnolia warbler
so lovely sparrow
South of Sahara the winter arrives
Bouquet of warblers has already left
Flying to warmer climes where they will thrive
Focused on summer winter not bereft.
Small Willow Warblers sing delightful song
They make our summer completely complete
Early one morning after journey long
There's a song in the Blackthorn Oh! so sweet.
Our summer seems long but it has to end
Our warbler friends gather to make long flight
Sahara is calling they have to wend
Away from winter, they fly day and night.
In winter repose silent Blackthorn tree
Summer will return its nature's decree.
The fat sonbird WARBLES a love song
as it sits aside
a GURGLING brook that SPLASHES
shards of sunlight into the trees
who MURMUR their intimacies
to each other
as the splintered door of a nearby shed
SLAMS shut in the wind.
The noon bell RINGS.
November 13, 2021
Cast of dewdrop voiced thrushes
still pose on aloe bushes
tonal float or plume at dawn
sweet haze on marsh land rushes
Animals of swamp
crocodile, fish, tadpoles
call-off the day
And wandered freely
Rabbit, deer, lion
lay apart quietly
No humane disturbances
No hiding in swamp grasses
Blue jay, yellow warbler
Sing to their heart's delight
While Hibau sleeps
Gibbon and Pangolin
play in grotto
Is Covid-19 a humane predator?
Or a protector of nature?
But one brief moment in eternity
Was this wee warbler which You sent to me.
O, brave little bird with the cheerful tune,
Tell me: Why did you leave your nest so soon?
Trembling with a desire to fly off too,
He left the nest as his mother would do.
He barely escaped a fluttering fall;
The safety of the nest beyond recall.
He sang his song boldly this baby beak,
In a cheerful voice that challenged the sky
And belied the truth that he could not fly
Because his newborn nestling wings were weak.
I found him warbling beneath a short shrub.
I sheltered him as best I was able
In his place past the patio table
Where his mother fed him insects and grubs.
Restless and hungry he gave her no rest.
This unworried warbler’s chick had no doubt
He belonged to the world beyond the nest.
One brief day, his heroic heart gave out.
But one brief moment in eternity
Was this wee warbler which You sent to me.
A brave little bird with a cheery tune.
Tell me: Why did he leave his nest so soon?”
3/13/2019
my red-robed friend grand on your perch
how regal yours - now dressed for church
so formal how you meet the springtide dawn
thus singing bright 'til morning's veil is gone
oh bright - folks praise your gowns of red
but I'm charmed with your song instead
sweet a Capellas start and end each day
that must be how a Cardinal learns to pray
bleak winters, late, I’ve strained to hear
you tease those tympans, deep my ears
so sad the song, it haunts me thru-and-thru
your mate now gone, that never …
answers you.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Brian's Select 2, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Songbirds" Poetry Contest, Tania Kitchin, Judge & Sponsor.
Little Willie Warbler can sing
His voice is a beautiful thing
It will bring you to tears
You'll forget all your fears
In the wonderful melodies he brings
The Song Sparrow
and the Yellow Warbler
were best friends unlikely the others;
one was older, the other younger
and both awaited tomorrow...
hoping it would bring lots of sun rays!
Learning from each other
was a true challenge,
they had a different voice range:
one high, one low;
and they tried to work it out...
listening as notes entered the festive air
from a branch of a willow,
but kids wouldn't admit they were smart!
After two long months of practice,
they have announced their release;
I guess birds are similar to us
and sing with their true hearts!
Don't they deserve a great price
for having a hit on the charts?
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