Showing posts with label Birds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birds. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 8, 2011


Taking Turns

A man with disease takes a turn for the worse.

A poet of rhyme takes a turn for the verse.

A bird in a storm takes a tern for the worse.

A man at the grill takes a turn for the wurst.


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Sunday, August 15, 2010


Wood Thrushes at Night Fall

Thrushes are the last singers of the day

They sing the woods to sleep

Mysteriously, melodiously they call into the dusk


At times one will sing a liquid tune

Then others join in overlapping duets and trios

The near ones seem to stop and listen

And others are heard in the velvet distance


Stillness overtakes the woods

Thrushes are the last birds to fall silent

Going quiet here and there

One by one they cease singing

Like the gentle blinking out of fireflies



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Saturday, August 14, 2010


A Concert of Thrushes


Exploding in song

Like gentle fireworks

Each perfectly individual

Each perfectly integrated with others

A polyphony of sweet questioning tones




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Friday, August 13, 2010


Like a Thrush

Take a breath of ordinary air.

Warm it with your extra-ordinary spirit.

Sing like there’s no tomorrow.

Repeat relentlessly.


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Tuesday, August 10, 2010


I wish that all the world would hush
And listen to the thoughtful thrush...


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Tuesday, May 11, 2010


Robin’s
Egg
Blue
Bird
of
Happiness
is
a
State
of
Mind.


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Tuesday, May 4, 2010


A creamy tan, a subtle brown;
A bird of country, not of town.
A flock of little woodland friends:
Chirpy, cheery, lively wrens.


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Monday, May 3, 2010


Keep your eyes open and maybe you’ll see:
A bird will take flight from its perch on a tree.
A bird on the wing is a wonderful thing.
Think what it’s like to fly high and be free.


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Thursday, April 29, 2010


A duck on the land has an ungainly pace.
Its swimming is faster but won’t win a race.
You’d think that you ought
Not to give it a thought,
But a duck in the air moves with powerful grace.


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