Tagged: bird-watching
it must be august –
it must be august –
ruby-throated hummingbirds
dive-bombing in the
backyard, molting bluejays bald like
a newborn fallen from its nest
.
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the woodpecker in
the woodpecker in
the backyard camouflaged well –
all the other birds
watched, but did not learn, made noise,
but did not drum, tap, nor rap
.
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the hummingbirds came
the hummingbirds came
home last friday, and dad was
ready for them – our
backyard strategically blooming
with fire engine red feeders
.
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perched in a slice of
perched in a slice of
brooklyn – a red-tailed feathered
morning, eyes gleaming
.
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on Christmas morning
on Christmas morning
Dad gathered us by
the kitchen window –
the backyard was dotted
with paintbrush red
cardinals, over half
a dozen males in their
most social season.
their mesmerizing
chubby cheeks stored
many songs as
we waited
to hear just one
.
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