Bird poetry – a pandemic distraction. Try it. Create a pingback to this post for the bird of your choice. Really awful poetry welcome. Good poetry welcome too.
Golden Whistler photos taken by my True Love.
Shadow dancer rimmed in gold.
Flamboyant, rakish, debonair.
As he skips from tree to tree,
eats a snack for energy.
Winsome in her feathered brown,
flaps and flutters and larks around.
Never stills, draws no breath ‘fore
she blasts. Shrill. Loud.
When at last, the two larks meet,
in shadows soft of scented gums, and
as wind whistles through the leaves,
so begins a new love serenade.
It was a perfect day today, for me at least.