Tagged: birds

birds grow suspicious

birds grow suspicious
when a camera lens is pointed
at them – fifty-six

yards, binocular vision
to binocular vision
.
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the cat makes its round

the cat makes its round
every morning, under the
watchful eye of half

a dozen squirrels, two local
chipmunks, and this spring’s wren brood
.
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every september, our

every september, our
backyard becomes
an olympic
gymnasium, with dad
as the umpire, overseeing
guest and resident
hummingbirds
as they whip the air
to compete for the last
of the nectar, filling
up for the long
migration south
.
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even the birds in

even the birds in
the backyard subscribe to some
sort of chaos – to

migrate or not to migrate,
when the feeder is so full
.
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having finally

having finally
reached an agreement, the brown
thrasher takes turns with

the lone robin to hold our
overlapping territories
.
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in the backyard, the

in the backyard, the
chinese mahogany rains,
leaves gliding through the

air like birds searching for its
migration route, winter is here
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: migration

when someone else has

when someone else has
also picked the same
meeting spot, it’s best
to get your feathers
ready, a vibrant
show of strength
and standoutishness,
a pink fedora
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: standoutishness

after a summer

after a summer
storm, the birds in the backyard
fan out, feathers spread,

wings held out for a well-timed
sunbath, no towels needed
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: sunbath

at the intersection

at the intersection
where we cross under
the b.q.e., fifty-plus
birds signaling no
stopping anytime
,
fifty-plus birds
trying to shake off
the weekend
competition
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: competition

we flock into

we flock into
february like
birds,
clinging
to a lost pattern
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: lost