Snowflakes dance like ash saunter and swirl
and cardinals march to the
Drum of winter
Two males, perhaps brothers, sing and take
their commands
A female observes
Making mental notes on which
seems the wiser
They still have time to
prove their worth
She is plump
in this wintry scene
multi-functional feathers poofed out
in the original air trapping downy coat
Orange beak
and red streaks on white
speaks of
Spring’s song
In due time
And with her
head tilted just so
About 23 degrees
She picks out a spot
Where sticks and fir
will become a family home.
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2 comments:
Dude- You're page looks great. Nice cardinal flurry pics- sweet poem too- Love "tilted at 23 degrees!"
Short and sweet! Love your comparisons and imagery. I'm missing winter and the start of spring already and its not even summer! Nanny has a bird's nest in her paper box by the way, and she's keeping it in there. Hope to see you soon!
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