Spring Poetry Is For the Birds

I wrote this poem a while back for my church literary journal. It's not great poetry, but it's fun, and always puts me in a spring mood. Enjoy!

Feeder Birds

The Wren chirps loudly in the Carolina morn,

Waking everyone up to a day reborn.

No alarm clock can match him for punctuality.

            Flitter, Twitter

            Sing a Song

Singing lifts our spirits until all sadness is gone.

The Juncos arrive, dressed in their best

With slate gray jackets and snow white vests,

Eating “four on the floor” and making no fuss.

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            Pick and Peck

Respectful good manners are always welcome in a guest.

Mourning Doves seem none too bright,

With their doleful eyes and languid flight,

They can sit still for hours like gray balls of fluff.

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            Coo, coo-Coo

Steadfast life partners. Where you see one, there will be two.

Bold Blue Jay dives onto the deck

Like a kamikaze with no thought to his neck,

The other diners scatter in a whoosh and disappear.

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            Awk! Awk!

The bully in the crowd is never hard to spot.

A flash of red says Mr. Cardinal is HERE.

His Mrs. blends with the foliage, but is always near.

He stands guard duty, watchful and attentive.

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            Watch and wait

A quiet meal is the reward after patience’s price is paid.

The sprightly Chickadee sports a cap of black,

Hangs on the wire tube swinging forward and back.

Swooping in, flying out, playing snatch-and-grab.

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            Chick-a-dee-dee

Oh, that we all approached life with such unspoiled glee.

Copyright LaVerne St. George, January 2009