I see them often though not every day
The whistling blackbird sized birds of brown and gray
From wooded places never far away
Near where trees and bushes are they like to stay
Their beautiful whistling their claim to Nature's fame
Gray shrike thrushes for them is their familiar name
Once seen and once heard you will know them again
Their distinctive whistling with you does remain
In cup shaped nest of bark and grass on fork of tree or hollow in standing stump the female bird lay
Two to four pale eggs with brown spots through the gray
Of human kind they do not seem to be that shy
They allow you get quite close to them before to the trees they do fly
They are sometimes seen in backyards where there are bushes and trees
And so pleasant their whistling song carrying in the breeze
Small frogs and ground insects they search on ground for to eat
And skinks to them are a tasty treat
Distinctive from other birds with ways of their own
To most rural people gray shrike thrushes are known
Brown and gray and plain looking but with a beautiful whistling song
Once seen and once heard you never again get them wrong
Very impressive write, Francis Duggan. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Birds ever attract poetic vision. They motivate us with broad sense. Small frogs and insects dance. You have perceived nature with wonderful vision. An amazing poem is excellently penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent end rhymes in all stanzas. Well narrated and I have enjoyed very much, Francis! Impressive poem. A 10 Full Score for this lovely poem.