Tag Archives: birds

osprey mother – July 20

7.20.2015 osprey mother slips away wing clipping the wire   the talons beak fine strong corpus no longer matter   in the world of instinct to be wounded is to die.   she sits on the low timber, wing askew, … Continue reading

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parched skinny sky – November 29

11.29.2014 across a parched skinny sky flocks skim southward on an unconscious inner guide we know nothing of.   aliens from feathers and fin we observe but connect not.   stretched afar by our self-chosen distractions, we have lost touch. … Continue reading

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red squirrel – November 15

11.15.2014 red squirrel scurries in the snow nipping up kernels dropped by the birds   who flit and skitter into the limbs above lest some predator notes their presence.   circle of life. ——————-

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fat red cardinals – February 27

2.27.2014 fat red cardinals gnarl onto the tube perches amidst bitter cold. how do they do it Lord.   how do they put up with what we must flee and hide from inside our brick and wooden caves.   are … Continue reading

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nine round bodies – December 28

12.28 nine round bodies stark black on bare branches against a blazing blue winter sky   cardinals, as they turn profile, plump against the fringe of snow, wind and chill.   they huddle and keep each other company, nestling to … Continue reading

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birds are huddling – November 9

11.9 birds are huddling on the feeding tube perches for food and protection as the blasts chill in,   shivering in the shrubbery to generate body heat, as if the fire of life was not enough on its own to … Continue reading

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as the weather comes in – October 30

10.30 As the weather comes in the birds are coming out   to the feeder tube where corn and black seed mix   to fatten their blood for the chill and damps.   little tough ones shake off some of … Continue reading

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