Written for: Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #65: Bird is the word
Shape your words around a particular bird or birds in general.
(posted by Rommy)
To wake to sounds of bird chatter
you know it must be Spring.
Variety of voices join in to sing.
Flying off to other branches, the clatter
settles, chorus changes tune.
While across the lake your hear
haunting cry of a loon,
and quacking ducks catch your ear.
Swans glide by two by two,
parrots squawk in jungle,
peacocks flash feathers in fan of blue,
and black crows form a circle.
It seems a life of leisure
to flit from here to there,
but not all is simple pleasure
they must guard nests from grave dangers.
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