Today's Feature Attraction Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

Today's Feature Attraction

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'Now, for today's feature attraction! '
I strolled to the shade for a better view.
They were all lined up on a high ledge,
Silhouetted by a sky of Carolina blue.

They stood openly in full attention
I counted them, one, two, and three.
I seemed to hear, 'Ready for Inspection! '
Like feathered soldiers for me to see.

A combination of instinct and practice
Like a toddler learning to walk.
I'm thankful I could witness as
Their time came on nature's clock.

'Ready, set go! ' Each taking their turn,
As they sprang up and fluttered free.
Amazing themselves by this new-found art
Of flying acrobatically.

Gracefully they flew to the branches,
Overhead birds sang out joyfully.
Joining their proud mom and dad
Watching also from that old oak tree.

© Loyd C. Taylor

Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,flight,nature,baby
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Factual information:

Birds learn how to fly much like a human toddler learns to walk: a combination of instinct and practice. Not all birds are instinctive flyers, however. Flightless birds, such as penguins and ostriches, no longer have the instinct to imitate their airborne cousins. Newborns of bird species that do fly, such as pigeons or hummingbirds, have an innate sense that it is a natural act. Compare this to an human baby who instinctively understands that standing upright is a natural goal to achieve.

Most birds cannot fly until their muscle structure has had time to develop. In the meantime, the nest becomes their entire world. Baby birds are not responsible for food gathering or protection of the nest, so they generally develop a psychological dependence that must be overcome. Parent birds begin to teach their fledglings the importance of flying by remaining a short distance away from the nest during feeding. If the young birds are to survive, they must step away from the nest. Frequently, this means a few hard falls to the ground followed a long trip back to the safety of the nest.

Taken from the web site 'Wisegeek.

Author's notes: One morning I had pulled into our driveway and as I got out of the car and started to my front door, I noticed this amazing event unfolding before my eyes, baby birds learning to fly.
I love nature and birds are one of my favorite creatures to watch. I have literally spent hours sitting on the porch, reading and meditating with a coffee in hand while listening to and occasionally watching these beautiful creatures. Loyd
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lorraine Colon 03 June 2014

For me, nothing is more entertaining than watching birds at work and at play. Loved your poem.

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