Birds’ World

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.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Birds’ World

  1. How lovely to live among such a variety of bird voices! And yes, they too have working lives.


  2. Beverly Crawford says:

    Part of the joy of Spring in my part of the world is the return of the migrating birds. They are always a welcome sight!


  3. Jim says:

    Nice virtual visit I just had, Sara. Beautiful. In our neighborhood the mocking birds stake out and claim the various rooftops. Then they talk with each other. In my creaky shrill voice I join in, “Who cooks for you?” Repeated over and over.


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