Monday, November 01, 2021
Bird poems
There were some great haiku about birds, but it was Jill Scoggins for the win:
A card'nal couple
live nearby. I am convinced
they are my parents.
He is bright red and
flits and swoops down. She’s muted,
less active, serene.
That fits. He’s Daddy:
Boisterous fun. She’s Mama:
Calm, in the background.
I’m told cardinals
represent loved ones who have
passed. These two seem so.
When I see them, I
am no longer an orphan.
I feel comfort, love.
live nearby. I am convinced
they are my parents.
He is bright red and
flits and swoops down. She’s muted,
less active, serene.
That fits. He’s Daddy:
Boisterous fun. She’s Mama:
Calm, in the background.
I’m told cardinals
represent loved ones who have
passed. These two seem so.
When I see them, I
am no longer an orphan.
I feel comfort, love.
Though Megan Willome brought it, too (and I love the loaded use of "tweeting"):
tiny dinosaurs
munch through my backyard, tweeting,
"We all must evolve."
munch through my backyard, tweeting,
"We all must evolve."
Desiree knows birds (but I didn't know about this way):
When a pigeon flies
into your forehead, it makes
a soft little thud.
into your forehead, it makes
a soft little thud.
And IPLawGuy knows at least one:
Mother Dove builds her nest
On my tool shed shelf each year
Tread light to get shears.
On my tool shed shelf each year
Tread light to get shears.
While my dad observes the brutal reality of nature!:
His fierce eyes flashing
the baby robin drove his beak
into the earth worm.
the baby robin drove his beak
into the earth worm.
