Bird Talk - Poem by Connie Yost
Rubicund robin's attention is on those honeysuckle shrubs,
Blue bird claims a rain gauge for his launch pad, scouting bugs.
Ruby throated hummers find the flaming columbine.
In the Russian olives evening grosbeaks come to dine.
In sudden brief appearance crimson cardinal flashes through,
Across the daisied field, canaries view the meadow rue.
Braggadocious red-orange roses topping little picket fences,
Listen to the wind chimes magic sooth the savage senses.
In a well worn leather shoe, on a bench outside my door.
A grassy knitted nest holds tiny eggs that number four.
A flitting pair of house wrens scoot and scurry 'round and fuss,
Just taking care of business, all oblivious of us.
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