Shawn L. Bird

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poem-voyeur September 2, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:01 pm
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Voyeur at the glass

watching as I bathe;

crow on my skylight

peeking again.

 

poem-crow on a hot tin roof August 21, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:10 pm
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There’s a crow

on the hot tin roof

of our shed,

tap dancing

and glancing around

the yard

in search of applause.

The dogs catch his eye

but turn away,

well acquainted

with the vain ways

of crows.

 

poem-mimic July 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:26 am
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I did not know

that a crow walking

on my skylight,

pecking to come in

sounds exactly like

a barfing dog

or a toilet

backing up.

Strange talent

that.

 

poem- crow November 9, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:21 pm
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Walking across the sky light

in hob nail boots

wings unfolding like black cape

Crow visits the bird house.

 

 

 

poem- flash and substance among sparrows and peacocks August 5, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:09 pm
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The sparrows are insulted

by the peacock’s brilliant tail,

Yet a peacock can not change itself

and sparrows are just dull.

Sparrows sing a gentle song

Peacocks bray loudly when they call

If sparrows are affronted, t’is

not the peacocks’ fault at all.

So if sparrows are insulted

they’ll find their own dull space

while peacocks enjoy themselves

with other bright, loud mates!

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Sparrows are insulted by

the crows’ great intellect

When problems need resolving

sparrows just don’t get it.

While sparrows stew in vapid pools

the crows make out a plan;

they analyse, they study,

they get in that garbage can!

Sure sparrows will gang up

and drive a crow away

but the crow will just think harder

and devour them the next day.

.

Those sparrows are a feisty lot

though they lack imagination.

Peacocks and crows are the impressive

ornithological creations!

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My father-in-law, a former biology professor and an award winning naturalist, kept a sparrow trap in his farm yard when he retired from U of C.  He considered sparrows an over populace species that stole the nesting boxes of the desirable more endangered species that he was trying to encourage- i.e. Purple martins, Western blue birds, Goldfinches, and the like.  I often wondered what the poor, dull little birds thought as they hopped around in the trap (which was a good size- about 5′ cube) waiting to be gassed.  (Humane deaths, all).  I often wondered what they thought of the more ‘exotic’ species that were able to explore his yard with impunity on the other side of their sparrow concentration camp.  What would they have made of the peacocks our friends keep, do you think?   The crows would come by the trap and try to figure out how to get in and have some sparrow dinner, but the opening was too small.  I’m sure the sparrows felt safe, but they were still the ones who were gassed in the end!  (Poor sweet little birds)

 

Poem-dropped plunder haiku July 15, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:53 pm
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On my deck, a fat

red cherry, bleeding hot juices

from beak shaped gash.

 

 
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