Bird Woods Poem by Joseph M Donatelli

In a wide green field before me is a rise
Edged with pine and oak trees of great size
Hear the birds calling from a personal prize
A branch specific to size their darting eyes
Perceiving exactly the right lookout hight
Watching for mates at rest or in fast flight
Cardinals Jays Sparrows chirping alight
Reds and blues and brown wings bright
Grab branches claws clutching tight

These's chirping singing screeching cry's
As their mates call out as they flash by sky
Trees filled with feathered lives low and high
These forms of colorful winged fluff excite
Bold intruders on sight threatening might
Birds act fearce at every fright as their light
Their frames fragil bones are hollow slight
On ground on wing not made to riot fight

The trees at the edge of the woods are full
The trees throughout the woods are tall
Crowns of green leaves above from heads
Shading the weedy land beneath the nests
Bell flowers Foxgloves Violets Primroses
Color the undergrowth with natural blends
Of shades of blues purples pinks and reds
It's getting quiet evening shadows spread