Birds! Poem by David Taylor
Birds!
Birds singing, soaring
Some in formation
Others like kamikaze
Diving, coming at my
Window pane
Birds feathered plumage
Colours form
An artist’s palette
Diverse as kaleidoscopic
Shades organic
Birds two footed
Clinging branches
Wading in the river
Grabbing never praying
Birds resting, nesting
Babies feeding
Worms retrieving
Eggs warm keeping
Birds migrating
Following well known
Hidden traces
Across sky’s empty spaces.
Birds greeting
Early morning
When I hear them calling
Heralds of sun’s dawning
Birds!
You know there back here...the robin redbreast starts singing at 5 am before the sun even comes up.....love your lofty piece here: O)
My mother always thought I would have an ornathological carreer. I regularly recall her saying I had a way with the birds. (I think that's what she said?) Danny
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4/24/2024 7:51:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Vivid expressions of the wonder of these creatures here. There are two beautiful blue birds that almost daily perch on the deck surrounding the back of the house and they are beauties...In my heart though I mostly love the vivid yellow little finch, of which there are so many......marci.xo