Category Archives: birds

The Bronze Medal Goes to…

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“Hoorah! to Robin
Obviously they are fun;
And hoots are second;

But, haven’t you heard?
The Blackbird was only third!
What occurred?” he howls!

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Haiku: ‘Twelve’ by Graeme Sandford

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Christmas: Day One dawns...
A bird of some kind... with 'tree!'
What is going on?

Day Two... What's in store?
More birds (but, no more 'pear' trees)
NB: Get Bird Seed.

Day Three: More wildfowl!
Now getting beyond a joke;
What next, I wonder.

Day Four: Learning French;
Having to build aviary;
Need some counseling!

Day Five: Delivery;
By two security men
In armoured vehicle!

Day Six: Pawned the rings;
Bought a good set of ear muffs;
Honking, Squawking birds!

Day Seven: Enough!
What can I do with these swans?
I can't eat the things?

Day Eight: What! For real?
It's like that old Christmas song
I'm not taking this!

Day Nine: All sorted.
Restraining Order granted;
Refused the Dancers!

Day Ten: Went to beach.
Left a note on my front door:
'Not today, thank you!'

Day Eleven: Birds gone.
They flew, waddled, swam, were sold;
And, 'peace' now returns.

Day Twelve: Knock at door!
"You ungrateful little sh..."
"Sorry, just moved in."

Wal-ku 1 (on walkies – helicopters & flying) by Vega

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Vega:

“A ‘helicopter?’

Why is it up in the sky?

Can I learn to fly?”

 

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“I’m very sorry, Mrs. B. but I’m afraid that there’s been an accident!” by Graeme Sandford

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‘Twas a blackbird:
‘Tis one no more;
‘Tis just a body
Upon the floor.

No chirruping voice,
No fluttering wings,
For now in Heaven
This blackbird sings;
For though he met his soul’s release
His fine singing could not cease.

But what of family left behind,
Week-old young still life-born blind,
Will the mother, singly, care?
Will the babes be made aware
Of Father’s loss and hardships new;
What will lessened family do?

“Mother dear, we ask, we pray,
Please tell us why he went away;
Will he come back, bring us food?”
“No”, said Mother. “He’s gone for good,
But not for good for us, that’s sure:
His heavy loss has left us poor;
We may survive, we may succeed,
But who knows where our future will lead!”

No friends or family gathered round
To give support or soothing sound;
And life was harder than before.

But time can heal the wounds of Nature’s flaw
And we must help to survive, all those that can,
Whether weak or strong in this Family of Man.