A Face Of Quaint Reality Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

A Face Of Quaint Reality

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So many birds twittering outside my little window, chirping,
chortling, and hop, hop hopping about

All eating, eating, eating with great gusto, bread crumbs, little tidbits,
and things
hop, hop, hopping, heads a kilter to one side

My cardinal here too with fine orange beak,
just a smidgen of fresh blood to enliven his pose
his little black mask having slipped just a trifle
generously displaying a splendid proud crest

All fine birds clustered about on my little stoop and here on my grounds
such fine little faces, that gather and confer, gather and confer
such fine little faces, oh so many fine little faces

A Face Of Quaint Reality
Sunday, September 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: blank verse,verse
Jazib Kamalvi 30 November 2019

Such a nice poem, Nellie. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.

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Chinedu Dike 15 September 2019

A beautiful creation well articulated and nicely written with conviction. An insightful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing, Nellie.

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Julia Luber 15 September 2019

Such a fine fine poem- so perfect for a Sunday morning: for those of us without an incidental audience of birds at our front door, this is an enlivening charming way for us to start our day. Has put me in a chirpier mood already! Thank you!

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