On Cannon Beach | Stan Morrison
a feather in the sand
how i envied the bird
takes off lands at will
free of the gravity on earth
unfettered by such cliches
repulj madar, repulj
fly bird, fly!
bird poems
The Birds | Guna Moran
Because they do not have a permanent home
The birds are always free from the worries of land and property
They make a nest at the time of hatching
The fledglings fly away as they grow wings
The nest too drop down as it rots
As they do not have a permanent home to say their own
They cannot be blinded by the longings for their kins
So they can fly away to reach the horizon with their partners
At their own will
Therefore it’s only them
Who can enjoy the pleasure of getting drenched in rain with with their partners
(Translated from Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury)
March — View from My Window | Mary Parkes
Tall bare trees reach up so high.
A thick black blanket hugs the sky.
Will we have rain now or will that cloud scatter?
From my warm viewpoint that is no matter!
Now chattering sparrows arrive at the feeders, then
Six sparkling starlings – very fast eaters!
Two little blue tits cling to the suet ball
Lots of titbits break off and fall
down to the ground
where a blackbird I see
and a friendly little robin
looking in at me.
Sheltered | Mary Bone
Baby birds are sheltered
under wings,
trees canopies,
rock cliffs.
Outside elements
can’t get in.
Baby bird’s wings spread
and fly into a rude awakening.