My friend the Brown Thrasher

On a lazy summer afternoon I was visited by a Brown Thrasher 

He was standing up on his sturdy legs as though he was a Professor... 

He wanted to speak of his travels in the Mid West and across the plains 

so I offered him sips of hummingbird nectar as a sequester of sorts... 

It seemed to relax him and he began to chirp and sing melodies of 

Cactus flowers dancing beneath silver moons of raptured moments ... 

The Arizona sunsets were memorized in his mind as he seemed to 

mourn the beauty he left once upon a time.  I offered him a Nest 

that was available for just a few songs and a dance.  

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh my...so sweet this write, Pat....and i can see it as an allegory....the person who has moved from the place he or she loved...trying to get used to a new town or city...new environment...
i like the sturdy legs like a professor...i try to have those...
what an afternoon treat this poem is.
thank you,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... your scholarly charm has given me a pause to realize that so many strangers may be angels unaware... I actually had a strange bird appear on the railing of my deck outside my kitchen window. He stood like an Owl with a spotted chest but his face looked more like a brown thrasher. My heart lost a few beats and as I turned, he flew away.
I will never forget this larger than a bird and smaller than an Owl.... who may have traveled far. He looked very wise. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

sorry Jacob... sent you a read request... I am such a bird brain... truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no problem Pat...my read request app has never been turned on...

[Einstein Noodle]

i absolutely love everything about this Pat! such a treat to engage the thrasher .. tempt him with nectar and a nest ... smart to demand a price says i .. i love your bird friend and his memory song .. i think this is divine dear friend! thanks so much for sharing!!

[R.E. Ray]

Pat, this poem is a lesson for all about the importance of spending quiet time, alone, with nature, reflecting on life and asking questions we can't otherwise hear or consider. We do impose our thoughts on other creatures, though they'll never know it. I lived in coastal Georgia for 15 years, and I can't escape the sadness every time I see a cotton field or blueberries... and sometimes the Brown Thrasher, the Georgia State Bird. A more than warm, enjoyable read.

[Patricia Wedel]

Wow! R.E. the Georgia State Bird... my gift to you...
it is a regal bird as thought the Brown Thrasher is proud of the Vest of brown spots and the elegance of
the song that captures the Spirit of the South. truly, Pat

[Robert Trakofler]

what a bargain i'm on my way:) but my dance is a bit rusty these days LOL but i think i can still carry a tune! this is a beautiful reflection of your witness!!!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Robert... yes, a well travelled bird can pick up many songs in his repertoire. It is amazing the variety
of troubadours that stop by. thank you ever so much.
Pat

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

The composition of the terms you used here are great and one of their kind. I like its mesmerizing nature.

Good write! Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Kay... it is important to have conversations with our feathered friends. Their instincts show us a way to protect ourselves... and just fly away...
Thanks for a lovely review. truly, Pat

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Yes, you are right.

[Neville]

I gotta feeling you gotta friend for life there my friend.... N

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville... my Dad used to say, "you eat like a bird... a Peck or two at a time. Remember buying fresh vegetables or fruit sold in "Peck" basket or
perhaps by the "Bushel"? I spend a lot on Bird seed,
but the rewards are great in friendship chirps.
Thanks for reading about my escapades with winged visitors. truly, Pat

[Neville]

tis never less than a pleasure Pat :)

[barleygirl]

Since I've been absent from the cafe for a week, I have 36 read requests & I immediately clicked on THIS POEM to start catching up! I always feel that way when I see a new poem from you! This is one of your best poems. I like the more "out there" aspects of how you personify ("professor" . . . "sequester" . . . "memorized" -- brilliant!) You always personify nature well, but this one is sparkling & popping & thrashing a few more fathoms further than your usual *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Margie... a poet writes many poems... but once in a while one may be special. I believe we all
relish your reviews.... each one is like a Whitmans chocolate with a surprise inside. Wishing you a season of mirth and breezes of butterflies. hugs, Pat

[Fairytale]

Truly mesmerizing, the poem is very smooth, and the words flow. It is an amazing story, with some work I hope that my skill level will get to yours, maybe even better, but for right now I am just a beginner. My poem "Revenge" is not nearly as good as this one, just amazing.

[emmajoy]

You make the world sing, Pat!!! Your poem is such a reminder to folk to do what you do, look and listen, stand and stare, not miss a single - in this case, special visitor. Seems he was a travelling troubadour -who knows! You've turned his brief visit into an occasion, using such great language! Thank you so much... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Em... across the pond... we share the same Moon and Stars... the never ending Sky with all our
feathered friends. "To be or not to be ... for in that mortal sleep... perchance to dream"... we love the same Earth and pray to God above. truly appreciate you visit Emmajoy. with love, Pat

[emmajoy]

In my next life, I'd like to be a bird: looking down and down to see how daisies grow.. flit here and there amongst the field maples.. tread across damp sand along with hoppers.. feel the mix of spray and light rain.. AND know then - within a day what it's like to be alive!! That' what your poetry does to me, it makes me FEEL and need to feel even more! :) xx

[Patricia Wedel]

thank you Em... I love to walk in the misty rain and feel like a bird in a shower of sky dreams like little falling tears. truly, Pat

[emmajoy]

Hugs, waves and blessing, Pat. x

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A beautiful encounter with nature itself. We rarely think where our birds are going or from whence they came and yet their journeys are often quite spectacular. A charming poem.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... thank you for stopping by... yes birds really see a lot and find shelter in the most lovely trees. I often wonder where they find cover when it
rains and snows in the worst of weather. The good Lord has given them feathers... and angel wings.
truly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Pat, the birds that come into our garden are such a delight. It was wonderful to learn about your new friend the Brown Thrasher and his visit. Your description and imagery is beautiful, as were your ponderingd on his travels and where he'd come from. You certainly made him welcome. I love that. I am very fond of my garden birds, especially the blackbirds who fill my early morning with their melodious notes.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Christine... I have a cousin and her daughter who live in Arizona, so I am hoping they read my poem on Facebook ... so they see my poetic ponderings. Thanks for your endearing review.
Hugs, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

You are so very welcome Pat. All the very best to you.