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    Parker Owens
  • Parker Owens
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  • 11/06/2018
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Birds - 1. Chickadees and Kinglets

Any errors of art or science are my own. If my natural history is at fault in any way, I do apologize.

Chickadees

 

Behold the humble Chickadee

who shouts his name from yonder tree

and flits about from branch to branch

exclaiming so excitedly.

 

You’ll find him near the suburb’s ranch,

or places where your heart might blanch,

like urban stockyard, arctic waste,

in mountains near the avalanche.

 

He will not to the nectar haste,

for seeds are much more to his taste;

with privet berries for dessert,

all down the hatch with suet chased.

 

This black-capped bird is quite the flirt,

who sings “hey, sweetie” fresh and pert;

so when he calls, remember me

and in the song our love assert.

 

 

 

Kinglets

 

The Kinglet, gold or ruby crowned,

Is known by its sweet, subtle sound;

one’s stopping in my maple trees

to convalesce while southward bound.

 

For avian activities

It hangs out with the Chickadees

to share the feast of seeds and bugs

and other such amenities.

 

They shun the Titmice and those thugs

which down their food in monstrous glugs;

preferring dainty flies and mites

to quaffing sweetened juice in mugs.

 

This grey-green woodland sprite alights

to socialize upon the heights,

where he, like us, in love is found,

enjoying nature’s rare delights.

Comments, field notes, or sightings are welcome, always.
Copyright © 2018 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 
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These brought smiles to my face. Your line about thugs made me think about how similar we are to birds. They have rituals, societies, and preferences like us, and have their own languages as well. I can hear their joy, and at times their anger if their territory is encroached upon. I especially like when they try to drown each other out, wanting to be heard. Yes, so similar to us, these neighbors of ours. Excellent, Parker... thank you... cheers... Gary....

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Parker Owens
14 hours ago, Headstall said:

These brought smiles to my face. Your line about thugs made me think about how similar we are to birds. They have rituals, societies, and preferences like us, and have their own languages as well. I can hear their joy, and at times their anger if their territory is encroached upon. I especially like when they try to drown each other out, wanting to be heard. Yes, so similar to us, these neighbors of ours. Excellent, Parker... thank you... cheers... Gary....

 

You are truly right about birds and their societies and hierarchy. It can be fascinating to watch. It can be fun to personify them in poetry, for they become even more individuals in doing so. It is the subtle birds like the Kinglet which intrigue me quite as much as their brash cousins. 

 

Thanks so much for reading and commenting. 

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Parker Owens
13 minutes ago, dughlas said:

In my minds eye I see them and hear them. The chickadees (and the thugs of the feeder) I know from my own gardens but the kinglets are new to me. Thank you for them.

 

Kinglets are one of my favorite little subtle birds. Listen for their high pitched tsee-tsee-tsee in the upper branches of a tree. You may not see them, but you’ll know they are there. I hope they visit you, and in so doing, bring me and my thanks to you. 

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On 11/8/2018 at 4:22 PM, Parker Owens said:

I can watch them for hours.

Me too. :yes:  Even starlings darting around the pavement near the bus shelter in the city centre grab my attention. To turn twitcher's notes into poetry is such a wonderful idea, and only one you could bring off. I'm sure you could find something appropriate for the story heading...  ;) 

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Parker Owens
5 hours ago, northie said:

Me too. :yes:  Even starlings darting around the pavement near the bus shelter in the city centre grab my attention. To turn twitcher's notes into poetry is such a wonderful idea, and only one you could bring off. I'm sure you could find something appropriate for the story heading...  ;) 

And soon it will be warbler season. Oh, such torture to be in a classroom then. Thank you for reading this entry, and for your very kind words. 

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