I am the Early Bird by Kristina Woodhill I am the early bird yet do not seek the worm whose gritty taste to tongue and slime to slant of beak may chance amuse this open mouthed and elemental dig Ah, yes, the early bird before first peck before the preen I hold this moment jealously as dark hands off to light the new-filled cup of nectar dawn's first thirsty golden swig So - like the female bird her earthen tones I don,– pretense discarded gladly the only tracks you'll see of me the shiver vibe remains as each foot lifts off the twig 02/24/2007 Posted on 02/25/2007 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by A. Paige White on 02/25/07 at 02:17 AM "I hold this moment jealously as dark hands off to light" is gloriously colorful and brightens the page with delight. Beautiful! Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/25/07 at 02:46 AM delightful. Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/25/07 at 08:41 AM "dawn's first thirsty/golden swig"... is a wonderful line. Puts me in mind of Mary Oliver, from, Why I Wake Early. I appreciate this from your garden of poems. Thanks. Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/26/07 at 03:30 PM All too happy to read a new bird personified as human poem, having written one myself a few years back titled: Does A Crow Know? It's always interesting how each poet adds a new flavour to the genre; with or without worms. :o) Posted by Christel Crews on 02/27/07 at 04:35 AM a beautiful, intriguing piece! Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/28/07 at 12:03 PM a most glorious and keen and sensitive and subtly rendered image. this homage to bird and worm and twig and ultimately, air. Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/14/07 at 09:09 PM Delightful view of nature close up! With an analogy most unusual. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)