by Don Matley
I can barely tell a hawk from a dove
But still, observation is a pastime I love
It matters not which species to me
As long as they have wings and are free.
They graciously feed on the seed I provide
Pecking and peeping with eyes open wide
And turn their heads from left to right
And chirp out tunes so vivid, so bright.
They frequent my feeders time after time
Making my backyard a temple divine
And fill it with multicoloured grace and beauty
As if on a mission, fulfilling their duty.
Perhaps they sing for us, even pray!
That we will emulate them some future day
On their sorties of peace as they flutter about
So that we can observe and learn, I have no doubt.
Posted on 09/24/2007
Copyright © 2019 Don Matley
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/25/07 at 07:59 AM|
I love rhymes when the rhythm works, as it does here. It is also good to know you have a passion for nature...
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/28/07 at 11:47 PM|
Terrific observations about birds and their freedom. I like that you invite them and then watch them, considering that they possibly have more to offer us than we might think.