Category: Birds
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Vignettes from Friday’s fire pit
Junk mail and old receipts make good kindling From the end of a rotted log a beetle crawls out Stands on a brick and races off before it gets too hot On its way to the park a calico with a belled collar walks quietly through your yard A woman walks by on the street…
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Cover songs
Mockingbird roosts on lichen covered branch performs his best Cardinal songs Three red birds sit in the distance enthralled You wonder if his partner is into role play Or does a good cover song make her want to dance You can deal with cover songs As long as he doesn’t sing Free Bird or Wagon…
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Out of Minnesota
Richard Attenborough narrates another documentary A pride of lions singles out a member of the herd You feel empathy for the hunted held by the neck bleating until limp and dead Torn apart on screen The camera turns Cream-colored lions with their cubs in the sun bellies full King of the Serengeti admires his children…
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reflection
while night birds softly awaken the sun you try once again to empty the emotion of loss ___ the anger and arrogance anger of caring so much you hate your gift ___ you sing notes in your head you feel the reverberation inside roll off your tongue into the air ___ you caress notes and…
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Foraging the forest during the pandemic
Each morning, when the red-crested woodpecker calls out, again and again and again he puffs his chest goes tchurrrrrr-charr-charr-charr tchurrrrr-charr-charr-charr-chiiirl….. In the debris of the forest floor morels spring up like yachts and private jets feeding on corporate welfare rot Senate scattered for Wall Street handlers In mossy rust-belt northern woods we call them peckerheads…
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woodpecker haiku
waiting for drum roll wood peckers pipe mating calls trees drip last night’s rain https://video.search.yahoo.com/search/video?fr=yfp-t… 5-20-20
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and I think it’s going to rain today
(stream of consciousness poem) On my sixty-eighth birthday a tropical depression spins offshore and the forecast is for rain all week and I worry about whole beaches being torn from the shore and the song ‘And I Think It’s Going To Rain Today’ is caught in the riptide in my head and I curse Randy…
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no anesthesia
Spiraled black-speckled flypaper waves in the wind from the porch For family summer picnic fun on the farm flies trapped in glue, struggle till they die Chickens, a pig and a cow are slaughtered deviled eggs, tomatoes and green beans prepared Rocky mountain oysters sit fried in a bowl on the table Harvested from ball…
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It is enough
A few minutes after sunrise the sun hits a gap in the trees blinded by glare I look away Listen to mockingbirds the hoot of an owl before it sleeps in a tree It is the faint trill in the woods I listen for I do not know this bird by name someday, I may…
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Slaughterhouse
If goats knew why they were raised and could vote would they need to be reclassified essential goats before they could be sacrificed? (A short poem dedicated to those who need a job to feed their families and labor in meat packing plants that the POTUS ordered to stay open) 5-10-20
My husband's poetry 