Social Butterflies

Feeder talk and romance... singing songs of unbridled love...

Tufted Titmice join the flights of chickadees and nuthatches 

in the winter months of snow and berries where romance presides... 

It grabs one kiss and seed and flies away to another branch and 

then returns for another delicious kiss and seed... 

and so it goes where they belt out their recognizable 

peter-peter-peter song... 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I've never been a bird-watcher, but your writing puts me right in the middle of it, with all the sensory stimulation! Just yesterday I noticed the birds following me as I hand-water . . . must cause bugs to surface, which the birds scarf up. There's so much to see in the tiny lives of birds that I hadn't noticed before in my life. I love the way you can bring this all alive in words (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Margie... we all can be social butterflies... even on a poetry site...
you share your adventures in the mountain side where other creatures create their own style of living, and perhaps enjoy your antics and musical interludes and want to sing along with you. Thanks for stopping by with pleasantries and sweet refrains.
truly enchanted... Pat

[Sami Khalil]

A fitting title and content. Moving around and about. Sharing loveliness and joy. Inoculating against wear, tear and boredom. Such things we look for and recognize in the magic of the seasons...Bravo, Pat...:).......

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami, so nice to read your review.
The seasons do give us a different perspective
read moredear Sami, so nice to read your review.
The seasons do give us a different perspective
about romance and being social. Hope your
Autumn is lively. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

All true. Welcome more...:))))

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a sweet mingling of romance and nature in this write, Pat. The birds kiss and then move on...much the same as humans do. A bit "flighty"...pardon the pun! :) I could hear the song the birds were singing here. Lovely write. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydia, It was fun to write this poem.
I read about tufted titmice in Birds and Blooms
where they describe the sound of their bird song
exactly as I did in my poem. Nature is so sensual ...
Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the birds sing of love, just like humans...but they also sing of moving on, just like humans do...

we are flighty with love, much too often...and we don't even have wings.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... I appreciate your review.
We as poets are social butterflies...
Flying from branch to branch. truly, Pat