Birds, birds, so many Birds ~~ a Poem for the Friday Writings
Birds of a Feather;
light as a feather
Birds of a feather stick together
Birds that I love, feed and talk with them
They come to my place, sit on my fence
Sing from my trees, in pairs or in flocks
Birds of a feather have a problem
Their problem is I don't like feathers
Feathers are nasty, sticky, oozie
On the birds they are beauty makers
Thinking Flamingos, Peacocks, et al
But feathers I haven't touched in years
So when they nest in my tree what then
Who will take the feathers when they leave
"Light as a feather," blow all over
Labels: Birds, Friday Writings, Nature, Poem, Story, Story Poem, Syllabic Form, Trees
8 Comments:
It's lovely to have birds fly in and nest in one's backyard... even if only for the birdsong at dawn!
Your poem highlights a contradiction - what is beautiful on others may not be likeable on my own self!
I like the light touch with which you described your dilemma!
Feathers stick together where they belong on birds but when singularly let loose, well then, that IS an entirely different matter. :)
birds are beautiful to watch and admire but when they make noise -it is not pleasant at times but still they are fascinating
Birds can be fun until they are not. A neighbor recently told me about a bird that returns to the tree near her bedroom window that likes to start singing before the sun is fully out.
Oh yes! We often have bird messes to clean. However their chirping in the wee hours delights me.
The ying and the yang ;). I love the way they flock to the trees come evening and the way the sing in the early morning ... i'll take their feathers in exchange. ;)
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