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
Categories:
yellow warbler, life,
Form: Free verse
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?
Categories:
yellow warbler, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Free verse
In the yellow yawning yearning still
The Yellow Warbler greets the daffodil
Amongst the yielding yellowish Sun
As the landscape yellows its youthful run.
March.03.2016 Yellow contest by Silent One
Categories:
yellow warbler, beauty, flower, nature, sunshine,
Form: Rhyme
When the rain had stopped giving earth her bath,
And sunrays shone upon the winding path,
I sauntered slowly to that great abyss.
My wandering had never felt such wrath.
Fleshy mushrooms growing on either side,
Where the Angel of Death could never hide.
Her whiteness invited a peaceful taste.
Feeling the texture my tongue still inside.
Something eccentric was calling my soul.
Trickling water had filled the sinkhole.
Mother earth had swallowed the raging flood.
I heard my mind screaming, “Jump from this knoll!”
Forty-five feet down should stop endless pain.
I remember making love in the rain.
Laughing for hours while our wetness dripped.
Will butterflies visit daisies again?
Such dark reflections traverse the expanse.
Birds sing again; make the two of us dance.
A yellow warbler on a fallen tree –
Today destiny cries for one more chance.
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for INTO NIGHT'S DWELLING Contest
January 13, 2014
Categories:
yellow warbler, angst, death, depression, feelings,
Form: Rubaiyat
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?
Categories:
yellow warbler, bird, music, song,
Form: Rhyme