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Seeds in captivity
Category: Bird Song
I’m not sure
How these rabbits
Crept in
Off with all
The eggs that
We’ve been makin’
Double time
Before
Easter Day
If in time
We are
To lay
And as
for that
Primordial question
There is
no doubt
It was the chicken
—she works hard everyday
to make that egg
that you just ate
Now to
these rabbits
On Easter Day
Now to the pot
Let stew
Be made
As for us
Chickens
We are happy to stay
Out in
The yard
To continue to lay
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More songs, No words
Words
Words
The power of words
If birds
Had words
Would their songs be more convincing?
Or would Love be lost
Too much meaning
The cost
Leaving one
Daft and
Confusing?
No, better
The bird
With more songs and no words
Just as rich
And prolific
Through the ages
What creations
Will we bring
When we’re left just to sing…
The poet
These words
These pages.
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Mr. Robins
Robin with
Your orange
Chest
You seem more
Than a bit
Overdressed for
Breakfast at
The Garden Club
As your mate
Waits on
The gate
You search
For a morsel
More. And
You share
What’s there
With your
Girl.
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Bird Cry
If I had a faster tweet
If I were more than this meat
If I could fly through the streets
If I could provide for thee?
Would you be up for it?
“I do not know
Where would we go?”
“To my nest
May we rest
— Together”
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Bird Song Third
Bird song
Gives me
Structure
Rhythm
A call
To hear
Perfect
Numeric
Sequence
Catching
The Po-
ets ear
Please hear
Please hear
Please hear me
Your At-
tention is
Required
Hear ye
Hear ye! Hear
Our songs
To Aw
-aken Your
Desires
“We want to be
More than the tree.
A melody
For you
We sing and sing
Always hoping
Your Love to ring
As true…
Please, please sing back!
Tell where you’re at —
Let our song
Be for two.”
A bird
A bird
A bird has rhythm
Listen
Listen
Listen closely — To hear
If you
If you
Listen closely
A whole
New Lang-
uage will appear
Repeat
Repeat
The melody
The beat
The beat
Is very clear
The words
The words
These Words may not matter
The music
The music
Is more than a mirror
She was
A sweet
A sweet blue bird
Named “Happy”
She would even
let you hold her
Her Eggs
Were aquamarine
With golden yolks
American
Ameraucana
“The Easter Egger”
Though she
Stopped producing
Early in life
She was
Well regarded
By the Garden Club.
RIP
Tic tic
Says the clock
As it counts off your day
“Where
have you been?” He says,
“Happy has passed away…”
Dirty work
This garden farm
On any good day, not much harm
‘Cept for
The mice
Who’ve come to barn
But today
You know —
Was different too
It was
The day…
That Happy died—