The nest is empty
and without the chicks holding them together
some birds fly in different directions.
Job done.
So sad,
for others find the absence of young
brings far more joy in one another
than they could find while struggling
to satisfy the demands of youth.
The empty nest is the next gentle chapter
where romance can thrive again,
when laughing songs of
swooping lovers twitter through
the afternoon air and soft whispers
fill the nights.
From over the hill
ten inch trout
between his bill
a gull flies toward the lake.
.
Unlikely rescue mission.
You are a paper peacock
morphing into something new
lines blurring blue
sky, scarlet, golden paint
make me fly.
.
A poetry prompt from http://catherinemjohnson.wordpress.com/2014/08/04/poetry-prompt-bird
From your hospital bed
you stare out the window
at the empty bird feeder
unaware that the chirping you hear
comes from your satellite radio.
The ospreys
have reclaimed their
towering nesting boxes
evicting squatting
Canada Geese.
Their raptor eyes
study the horizon
and I wonder
if they raptured
over goose eggs.
.
.
A corollary to an earlier post: https://shawnbird.com/2014/04/08/poem-real-estate/
One commenter was concerned about goslings hurting themselves falling out of the nesting platforms. That was the least of their worries, apparently.
The men blaze the trail
boldly go forward
willing to risk
to achieve the destination.
And so today
mallard male zips across the highway
boldly flapping, barely
missing the VW missile
travelling 100 km/hr.
Not so fortunate his lady friend
flapping five feet behind.
Ladies
sometimes it is unwise
to blindly follow your mate.
Starling:
speckled iridescence
disco strutting along the highway,
bobbing to the beat.
I hear your music.
You make me wanna
♦ d a n c e ! ♦
A violet bird sits
in her nest in the arbor,
filling sky with song
.
.
Congratulations Philip and Violet
just 10 more weeks ’til hatching!
Shawn L. Bird 