BIRD-DROPPINGS

BIRD-DROPPINGS

 

Thunder of motorcycles

Agitates the harmony of my pondering

Visions of early spring

On a transparent, windy day

Naked trees, limbs rock n roll

In the reflection of a radiant sun

From far off, I discern minuscule

Pink buds on a pendulous bough

 

I set out to savor this splendid day

Uncover a consummate site

Wherein I shall park my worn Scottish plaid blanket

Hitherto I plant my picnic basket crammed with

Luscious eatables

Thereafter, I lay under a bald tree, nigh to behold

The comeliness of it

 

A glance upward reveals two large nests

I study their shape and size

Along with the query of whether or not

The birds are mating

Or perchance the nest is hollow

 

In the wake of a relieving repose

I choose to consume some food

My basket is abundant

With red apples, carrots, an egg sandwich

Some homemade cookies

And a flagon of black tea

 

Whilst I nibble my lunch

I set off a loud giggle

It appears the nest over-head is nay bare

I sense a bird-dropping on my head

Next, some subtle chirps

I utter a loud chirp in return

Why, you little creatures still survive

A welcome song

In the hush of my pondering

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Lovely descriptive piece Betty which made me smile and remember my Nan. She always said it was a sign of good luck to be splattered by a passing bird. I don't know about that, but I very much enjoyed this write and where I wandered to. All the best to you dear poet.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

All the best to you dear Chris…. And thanks for a lovely review😊

[John the Baptist]

As the recipient of many windshield decorations, I always wonder if the little buggers are deliberately aiming. In this one, though, your imagery has created a lovely spring moment that we can almost feel. You must have been feeling good to be able to celebrate that bombing at the end.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks John for your humorous review; I’ve experienced these “ droppings” quite few times….not very pleasant…..best
B.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Maybe the limbs are rock and rolling to the sound of thunder (the cycles).....
how far off I sat and wondered...started humming a song from 1962...oh great, now I have Bob Seeger in my head...but at least no bird droppings on it.
Spring is chirping around here, too, although we are still getting 30 degree days on and off.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks J… we’re getting a chill at the moment..what happened to the word SPRING?
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read moreThanks J… we’re getting a chill at the moment..what happened to the word SPRING?
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B.

[Coyote Poetry]

Bird dropping are okay. Once I had a date in California in Monterey. Seagull drops a load on a pretty dress. She wasn't happy. An entertaining poem dear Betty.
Coyote

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks for your review John; yes bird droppings not a happy thing, but thankful for the birds!
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B.