Birds Overheard

Written for:  Friday Writings #10:  So, I Overheard . . .
(posted by Magaly)

"If you are in search of a prompt, I invite you to create poetry or prose inspired by a conversation you’ve overheard. If the optional prompt does not speak to you, then you’re welcome to write about a topic of your choosing."

Two red robins–
one on low
branch, the other
nearer to top
of tree.  Tweeting,
and twittering back
and forth, while I
pondered the topic
of their conversation.
Not crime, not COVID,
not the stock market.
Was their enthusiastic 
chatter about where to build
a nest–the cost of nests
these days! Be sure to
have sufficient food 
during Winter months.
Maybe that nice man will
throw down crusts of bread
for us.  Two red robins
chirping in a language
I do not speak.

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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16 Responses to Birds Overheard

  1. Sadje says:

    You’ve painted a vivid picture with your words.

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  2. Ah, the language we all used to speak, before the pandemic alteration of our ‘normality’. The basics, in fact, which are best not forgotten in any circumstances.

    Please see my replies to your comment at P&SU about the difficulty of linking.

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  3. thotpurge says:

    Makes me think how nice it would be to not talk about covid and the “new normal”… but there’s no getting away, no being robins!

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  4. Helen Dehner says:

    Bird ‘speak’ sounds like the way to go these days. Chirping and peeping and a squawk or two, ah yes.

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  5. Beverly Crawford says:

    The birds are always quiet during winter. We know it’s Spring when we hear their voices returning. I loved your portrayal of the two robins!

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  6. I love that this one can be read both literally and metaphorically. It is interesting to wonder what a pair of birds might be discussing. The same goes for a pair of people talking in a different language, or about topics we don’t quite get.


  7. What a unique take on the prompt! Good job. I’d rather listen to birds than some of the people around these parts!


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