nature, Poetry Friday



The robins lilt
the blackbirds trill
from little sparrow’s
open bill

an aria
so sweet and round.
(how can that wee bird
make such sound?)

From somewhere high
the flicker drums
with rat-tat-tat
the forest thrums

The ducks afraid
of our bold pets
alarm their alto

Steller’s jays rasp
the Kelp Gulls shriek
Blue Heron fishing
in the creek

mute audience
to warm-up glee
of spring’s sweet avian

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of morning birdsong. Even on the dullest days their calls brighten our walk. They’re especially melodic on the section of path that follows the creek. Listening to them every morning is the perfect way to get tuned up for the day!

PF-2This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Carol in her Poetry Garden at Beyond Literacy blog.


17 thoughts on “Warm-up”

    1. Thank you, Katswhiskers. I may come by my bird interest honestly. Would you believe my maiden name is “Sperling” which, in German, is the word for “sparrow.” I have thought of putting together a little chapbook collection of bird poems, just for the fun of it.


  1. I love hearing birdsong too — you’ve captured so many wonderful moments in your poem, which just happens to be pitch perfect. I especially love the ducks’ alto clarinets. 🙂


  2. I love your collection of bird songs and with such specificity and clarity of imagery I can hear each sound distinctly. Thanks for this beautiful poem about my favorite subject.


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