Bri Edwards Birds Poems

When I've pushed past my 70th year, I guess I'm allowed to dream,
of what 'Paradise' would be for me. Let's start with Ice cream.

1 - Ice cream, on a stick, in a cone or bowl, hard or soft,
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My odometer turned over again. I’m a youthful 65.
To my delight I was given 3 fine gifts; gifts that were alive!

We had gone hiking up a hill, overlooking the nearby ocean.
I heard a call from above us, and saw three birds in motion.
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For ten thousand years, on a lofty mountain ledge, the shiny pebble sat,
until this afternoon when a brazen raven.....dropped it squarely on my hat.
I guess I had it coming, as I planned to steal chicks from her nest.
Soooo...I decided I'd give up for now, ... and hike back home to rest.
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My parents were both humans, so I am human too,
but I'd wish to be a bird, if I could be born anew.
Though I 'love' birds, you may think my wish absurd.
But more absurd wishes I'm sure you have heard.
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I enjoy seeing birds at our backyard feeder,
And, from bushes and trees, hearing some birds that 'tweeeeeter'.

Tiny black seeds attract finches, which have the name ‘gold'....
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BIRDS:

The female robin sat with wings aflutter,
chirping.A chirping like a birdie's stutter.
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A plastic-coated steel cable stretches taut across our elevated spacious deck.
This clothesline’s meant to last longer than me and keep our drying clothes in check.
I’ve altered it to ensure it does its job, though faced with mighty winds, ......
UNLESS there is some failure of hangers, or of clothes pins with which our clothes are pinned.....
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The sparrows line up for their TAKE-off
on twigs strong enough not to BREAK off.
The time is drawing NEAR....
for event of the YEAR.....,
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I sent off as suggested, my first effort to my Italian friend Carmi.
She read it and then requested something 'lower key'; to me that's Irish blarney!
I had mentioned, first time, Ben Franklin's affection for The Turkey; she thought THAT was nice.
I didn't mind naming Ben the first time around; this will make it twice.
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Birds swoop in and swoop out and away.
Is it more fun on a windy day?
Maybe it's never fun,
like me taking a run.
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Our lives are not our own so much like two hundred years ago.
Instead we're watched and photographed as we travel to and fro.
Sometimes we're captured, tagged, and measured…..but luckily released.
Sometimes we're confined, on display, even at times when we're deceased.
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Betty to Bob: 'Take a gander at THAT, a huge white bird on a nest over yon.'
Bob to Betty: 'It's indeed a great view of a most magnificent nesting swan.'

Just then, through her binoculars, Betty spotted a drake goosing the lone bird,
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Outside our office window, i hear a dove HOOT-hoot;
I wonder: 'Is it HOPING I'll throw out to it some seeds? '.

If it doesn't stop hooting, IT, I may have to swiftly-boot,
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Outside the window are two feeders for birds,
The animals which are almost too-much for words.
I hope the seeds are fresh.
One feeder is of mesh.
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