Bird Bath
You bask in the sun as you crane to inspect
that bird in the water, demanding respect.
How odd that he has not one thing to say
and as you caw your challenge, doesn’t fly away.
When you bob your head at him, he bobs at you.
He’s an image of everything you choose to do.
Then, Mr. Raven, as you fly away,
So too does the other decide not to stay.
Just as you stage your sudden defection,
flying away with you is your reflection.
Very nicely done
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Thats a really sweet and clever poem about a majestic bird. well done.
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Thanks, Mason. This guy was so interesting to watch… right outside my friend’s window.
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Nothing brings a better thrill than watching the birds and beasties going about their tranquil lives, does it?
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I agree. One advantage of the horrid Cornavirus is that it has given me time to do so.
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Thats good.
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This is a wonderful little vignette of life in the wild!
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Pensive little picture in words.
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As a life long birder, I can say, “Well done!”
The world needs more bird poetry.
Thank you!
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;o)
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Good post. He frist watched after do .
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Our birdbath is Bishop’s old water dish. The squirrels seem to like it.
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