Tame to wild
Held to lift
Small to tall
Slow to swift.
Milk to bark
Bleat to nod
Nest to field
Soft to hard
Babe to Doe
Sniff to know
Shift to surge
Rest to go
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
07 May 2013 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: babies, hummingbird, love song, mate, nest, quaint, resident
At 6AM , 2 feet away from my recliner, a resident hummingbird calls for a mate. Last Spring, I observed her mother 2 babies in the birdhouse, and she has returned to woo a male. He is not allowed in the nest, as it is small and will be filled with the babies. How quaint!
Love Song
Hummingbird
calls for a mate: a
beak lifted
to the sky.
Last spring birthed two babes;
Empty bird house waits.
(a Shadorma)
13 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: friends, nest
Different Strokes
Some friends wait inside the nest
Weaving grass and twigs for young;
While others hunt and gather food
And flap their wings and scolding tongue!
Together they create a home
A welcome mat for all:
The tired, lost and wasted birds
Who learn to fly and call:
Tweet tweet
Quack quack
Whooo whooo
Love you!
Jeanne Poland
7/13/12