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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 - 4. The Blue Jay and the Tufted Titmouse

More observations on my friends at the feeder. If you find errors of poetry or ornithology, you can be sure I made them.

Blue Jay

The Blue Jay’s handsome, I will grant,

his crest cocked at a rakish slant,

but he sounds downright crank and cross

in phrases he might not recant.

 

For words, he’s never at a loss,

and really doesn’t give a toss

if his outspoken cry offends,

for he regards himself as boss.

 

He doesn’t have too many friends

out where the wood or suburb ends;

his mimicry is often rude,

and rarely does he make amends.

 

He’s full of courage in a feud;

by hawks and owls, he comes unglued

to scream invective and to rant:

no wonder he is gently wooed.


 

Titmice

A Tufted Titmouse, small and grey,

will sit upon the feeder’s tray,

defending it against all odds

while eating from its choice buffet.

 

On thieving Jays and other sods

the Titmouse uses pecks and prods,

but to his friends the Chickadees,

he often merely winks and nods.

 

Because he favors birds like these,

he’s welcome in their companies

with whom together he may flock

amongst the scrub and hemlock trees.

 

His “peter, peter” may unlock

warm feelings in a hen or cock;

and if you sing to me this way,

upon your door I’ll surely knock.

Please leave a comment, rant or reflection. Let me know if you have a favorite bird you want included in this series.
Copyright © 2018 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
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Your usual brilliance, Parker. I loved them both... Blue Jay made me chuckle... I remember the first time I connected the godawful noise in my woods at my first farm, to the beautiful blue bird I loved so much. A pair nested across from my kitchen window year after year, and I was sorry to say goodbye to them when I moved. That's why it was such a delight that the first bird I saw here, at my new place, was a Blue Jay, squawking his displeasure at my presence. Thanks for these. Cheers... Gary....

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1 hour ago, Valkyrie said:

You nailed each species characteristics.  I can picture them both perfectly.  I love the image of the blue jay and its rakish slant.  Makes me picture someone who's good-looking and knows it.  Nice job, as always :) 

 

The Blue Jay certainly knows he handsome, doesn’t he? It’s great that you can see him and his smaller crested colleague, the titmouse, in these poems. Thanks for reading these, and for commenting, 

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40 minutes ago, Headstall said:

Your usual brilliance, Parker. I loved them both... Blue Jay made me chuckle... I remember the first time I connected the godawful noise in my woods at my first farm, to the beautiful blue bird I loved so much. A pair nested across from my kitchen window year after year, and I was sorry to say goodbye to them when I moved. That's why it was such a delight that the first bird I saw here, at my new place, was a Blue Jay, squawking his displeasure at my presence. Thanks for these. Cheers... Gary....

 

The Blue Jay was one of the first birds I learned as a child, at my grandmother’s house in New Jersey. And then I found them everywhere. Later still, I learned that they are mimics and have wider vocal powers than I suspected. That you have connected with other generations of Jays makes me smile. Thanks so much for reading these, and for your reflections. 

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1 hour ago, AC Benus said:

Our little wing-ed friends have quite an active social life. It's nice to see it ruminated upon and turned into poetry like this :)

 

 

They certainly are active, and increasingly so at this time of year! It’s fun to set their habits and my own observations into poetry. Thank you for joining me at the window! 

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9 hours ago, Geron Kees said:

Sweet. The world would certainly be a duller place without birds. The woods would be empty, the skies barren. Can't wait for spring, when the vacationers return!

 

Thanks for the nice reminder.

 

You’re very kind to read these, and to comment. So far, most of the birds mentioned have been winter residents. They inhabit my yard and the woods behind my house. You and I agree: can’t wait for the spring and summer birds to arrive. Thanks again!

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