Open Poetry #7 |
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee |
X Angel Senior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 1521Oregon |
he called outside my window < !signature-->in chorus with dawn's breaking a harsh dee-dee-dee the notes floating rhythmically lofted by the breeze tangled through the trees around the corner through my open window to tickle me awake as I lay nestled on a soft pillow tucked under a quilt eyes barely awake but mind functioning as I lay listening to our daily routine and unable to deny my need to watch him I stealthily crept to my secret spot where I could observe without being seen and there he sat just like all the other mornings this last week waiting waiting until no-one is watching waiting to fly to his nest with a fat worm for his babies I, in my stake-out had even determined he was a he for this tiny bird was bold and brash calling attention to himself with funny little antics and trills he, the hunter-gatherer comes to nest with the morning's spoils in a flourish of feathers and song and I, the human spy feel an incredible longing to fly ~X~ "Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." --William Shakespeare [This message has been edited by X Angel (edited 05-23-2000).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very beautiful, Heather! Thanks for sharing your delightful morning! It would be great to fly, wouldn't it?! Denise |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Oh! This is gorgeous...you have captured the moment, perfectly. Thanks for letting me watch over your shoulder! |
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Poertree Senior Member
since 1999-11-05
Posts 1359UK |
ok Heather i admit i am biassed towards this poem coz i love birds .. but even so its great, nothing "romanticish" bout it at all !! P |
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