I love watching

all the beautiful

birds fly and

soar through

the bright blue sky.

They sing and chirp

their own unique

songs, all day long.

For some people birds

Are even their own

Personal alarm clocks

They’re much more reliable

And accurate too.

They’re so many

different types of birds

all over the world.

They’re fun to watch

and learn about, especially

When you can identify

Them...

Feathers on the inside to keep you warm

Wings let you gently fly above the storm

Little ones wait for you in the nest

River water up to stocky knees

Spanish moss hangs low from the trees

But you think A fish in your beak would be nice

You and I are about the same

Look each other in the eye, I say your name

Do you seem to understand me?

Crows listen when I speak

little trinkets, little treats

Ma...

It’s evening and I don’t really feel like writing

But sometimes puting words on paper can be enlightening

Writing thoughts down while being forced to let them rhyme

I want to create the habit of writing every day

Some days it’s easy and I know exactly what to say

Other days I’m scrolling through prompts trying to find something I could use

To find a topic to write about can be a challenge for m...

They flit, they float, they fly

Upside down, sideways, to the sky

Tiny colorful blurred from speed

Nectar and pollen a tasty snack

Flower to flower they track

A trusted pollinator, in fact

A symbol of courage and power

Hummingbirds thought to have super powers

To protect the Aztecs in battle...

Birds flit and flutter, a sight to behold,

Swooping for snacks, they’re brazen and bold,

I sip my cold drink while people walk past.

Pigeons strut proudly, their feathers all neat,

Claiming the benches, they’re taking a seat,

I ponder my life as I scroll through my feed.

Seagulls dive down with a raucous, loud caw,

Snatching my fries, without even a flaw,

I watch them with envy, their freedom so...

A streak of blue flashed behind his head

In the garden of him with whom I laid my bed

At a time when I was carefree

A spark of life rose up before my eyes

Before he started all his lies

At a time when things seemed peachy

He brought me that bird and swore love to me blind

But then we both lost our minds

And things started to get dusty

The bird, away it flew

To some distant woman new

But my hear...

Cold black feathers and widespread wings.

No matter the weather, it still sings.

I wonder what it feels like, up there is the sky.

If it’s as freeing as it seems or if it’s just another lie

Most people fear him yet some love him so

That would be thanks to Edgar Allan Poe...

Birds in the sky, plummeting down

Quizzical glance, hint of a frown

It seems to me that the sky is falling.

Birds on the ground, small broken bones

People that hide, stuck in their homes

You cannot run from the sky when it breaks.

Beaks and feathers, clouds moon and stars

Need to escape, the world is ours

When the sky drops heaven's right where we stand....

Crimson red in the periwinkle sky

Wings spread, flying low to high

I see you

Cardinals remind me

that you are free

I see you

It’s like you are checking in

Watching over with a grin

I see you

I see you

near and in the distant view

I see you

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(Cardinals for some are a symbol of a lost loved one close by. My grandfather also loved bird watching, so cardinals have an extra special meaning fo...

Yellow bird

We’ve overhead

The song

Red Robin

What’s in common

Bird song

Blue bird

The third

With singing...