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Summer's Birds

by Mary Ellen Smith


Babies left their nests of twig
I guess they finally got too big.
Too big to wait for worms from dad
I count it as a little sad.

Too big amidst inclement weather
To hide beneath their motherÂ’s feather.
Too big for motherÂ’s song at night
Time came for them to take their flight.

Mother nudged them from their nest
ItÂ’s natureÂ’s way, just for the best.
One landed in a flowerbed
And tried to hide his little head.

His head bobbed up and then bobbed down
And nervously he looked around.
Beneath the morning glory sat,
A dangling bloom looked like a hat.


Springtime again has come and gone
Tis summerÂ’s sun now at the dawn.
Former babies everywhere
Are filling up the summer air.

They beat their wings in thunderstorms
But seem to know that big earthworms
When rain is gone, will crawl from dirt
Perhaps for lunch and for dessert.

Foraging for fat worms to eat.
They pause when they have found their treat.
Keeping an ever watchful eye
For hungry cats that might pass by.

IÂ’ve seen them bathe in puddles new
Preening feathers when all through.
As grown ups flying sunshine's rays
Groomed to spend their summer days.

07/04/2006

Author's Note: The nest outside of our window in the neighbor's eves is empty now. (Thanks to Bruce Niedt for help on the rewrite!)

Posted on 07/04/2006
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 07/04/06 at 05:26 PM

Goes on my favorites list Mar. Fun to read...Charlie

Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 07/05/06 at 01:27 AM

Wonderful, whimsical verse, as usual. The baby bird with the morning glory "hat" is fanciful but memorable. If it's okay, I'll PM you about tightening up the meter on this.... d:-)

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/05/06 at 03:00 AM

Delightful - from the morning glory hat to the wings beating against thunderstorms. Very nice finish. Thank you!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/06/06 at 03:25 AM

Worthy reflection of the cycle of life all over the world Mary Ellen!

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/07/06 at 01:18 AM

I love everything you write. I kick the clock that sets my hours - out the nest, O'clock! I want Mary Ellen everyday - want her chirping on the branches of my ol' Oak Tree...
You are a dream of a poet. This is another blue ribbon! —Jill

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 07/08/06 at 04:13 PM

Very sweet and insightful poem... I have watched the nests and leaving--at close range (once over our entry walk) and many times on our balcony, a nest) and it is an amazing process of nature... I love your line "Former babies everywhere Are filling up the summer air." This knowledge of the unseen and unidentified ongoing--- as happening (in a rich way) simulataneous to all else is thrilling...and flight inducing!

Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/07/06 at 05:15 AM

I love birds, so this one is especially delightful to me. The rhymes made it fun to read and added to the lightness of their flight. Thanks for showcasing your still-alive little girl inside.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/13/06 at 09:24 PM

Wonderful poetic view of the cycle of birds' lives.

Posted by Jean Mollett on 01/23/07 at 07:41 AM

Hi Mary Ellen, This is so and precious. I have gotten to watch the birds as well. On my front porch in the corner of the roof cover over the porch. It's wonderful to watch. I saw quite a few sets of birds and their babies. Great write.

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