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Bird In The HandI clean the cage, replenish seeds, On the branch outside, the wild birds away, |
Child's Song in SpringO bluebird and Robin, I'm lonely all winter |
(Rea Williams)
As rising sun strikes fiery jewels
In morning drops of dew
I stroll amidst the garden
To watch the earth renew.
The flashing vibrant cardinal
Trills his prelude to the day
While radiant beams of sunlight
Melt shadowy mist away.
He tells me it's a lovely day
With him I must agree --
For his joyous song of morning
Showers blessings down on me.
(Pearl B. Segall)
The arrival of invited guests marks the
beginning of a long-awaited season.
Amidst noisy congeniality and rowdy arguments
by those long-remembered for such rude behavior,
they're warmly welcomed with
interest and absorption in their familiar presence.
Our seedy invitation is an open one, extended with excitement.
They come, in flocks and droves, singly and in family groups -
zooming down with exact precision:
amazingly able to zero in on remembered locations.
Winter has arrived!
Welcome, our fine-feathered friends.
Spread your wings...make yourself at home.
(Aileen Fisher)
I wonder how
a robin hears.
Although I've never
seen his ears;
I've seen him stop,
And cock his head,
And pull a worm
Right out of bed.
The song of canaries
Never varies,
And when they're molting
They're pretty revolting.
(Anne Kilmer)
The kingfisher will sit still
Until
I have my camera focused
The picture composed
The light ready
To push the button...
Then
He dashes away again.
Which is why
I will be very happy to
let you see
My picture of where a
kingfisher used to be.
(by Joshua Pari, an 11 years old Maori boy from NZ)
As I stare out of my window
Through the exquisite blue patterned curtains
I see a brown wooden fence
Next to a tall immense tree
full of hidden secrets!
A barn owl inhabits a hollow in the tree
when the sunsets along the horizon
the owl shows his self by broadcasting
a continuous message.
Above the owl are cicadas, and in the hot summer sun
they unleash their unceasing sound that never ends.
At the pinnacle of the tree is an oriole accompanied by a blue tit
the duet they sing together puts cares at rest.
(Rachel Field)
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Something told the wild geese Leaves were green and stirring, |
All the sagging orchards Something told the wild geese |
Six little ducks that I once knew
Tall ones, short ones, skinny ones, too.
But the one little duck with the feathers on his back
He ruled them all with his quack, quack, quack.
Down to the river they would go
Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble to and fro,
But the one little duck with the feathers on his back
He ruled the others with his quack, quack quack.
Into the water he would dive
In and out of the other five
But the one little duck with the feathers on his back
He ruled them all with his quack quack, quack.
The DuckBehold the duck. |
Lucky DuckOh wasn't it a bit of luck |
We have two ducks. One blue. One black.
And when our blue duck goes "Quack-quack"
our black duck quickly quack-quacks back.
The quacks Blue quacks make her quite a quacker
but the Black duck is a quicker quacker-backer.
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