A Repertoire of Songs

A Mockingbird perched on a Holly tree lives free... 

undeterred by the raindrops drenching his feathers... 

He knows his songs by heart of love found at last.  

Flying from fencepost to Mailbox until one day... 

He received a reply from the prettiest blue bird ever seen... 

preening her feathers blue on blue.  

He took her to dine on exquisite seed gathered from 

thistles and oriental Bee balm... 

Her Breast of orange and rose sighed when he 

banded her leg with a golden flower of promises.  

He crooned about Sweetheart kisses and days of 

harmonizing and bringing her presents of soft duck down 

to line her nest where fledglings would rest under her breast 

warm and safe from the early morning dew... 

and so their love grew from dusk to dawn

where winds blew flower petals around her brood... 

and the Mockingbird knew he had met his Waterloo... 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The birds in the garden sing so sweetly Pat. Each morning I listen as they start their day and make mine brighter. This little poem is a delight. Filled with song and romance. An uplifting write if ever there was one with a very satisfying ending. All good wishes winging their way across the pond to you and yours.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... it is almost three am in the morning,
however I can sleep in tomorrow. I find that Birds are so inspiring with no warm shelter for the most part.
They seem to be determined to live their life with the Artistry of the Sky with sunrise and sunset... the Moon by night and showers to keep cool on summer days. They seem to have little hearts that beat and they lay the pettiest Eggs that hatch with the most adorable fledglings. We need a new Disney Movie withe the personification of Birds and Romance.... someone who is young enough to dance... perhaps one of our granddaughters can be the Playwright.
Guess I will sleep now that my Literary notions are posted. Please be well and safe. Thanks for the Visit and Irish Tea. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Sleep well dear Pat. Dream sweet dreams of little birds and nature and all that lifts your loving heart. I will go and make my first cuppa.

Chris

[emmajoy]

We go off and away to buy music in all forms and so we should to celebrate human creativity. Yet outdoors day in and out music in all voices and keys calls out to anyone who stops still and listens to how romance can turn two wee creatures into Romeo and Juliet on centre state! Nothing betters the morn chorus.. even to its fading into two voices calling across space!
The manner in which you carol about your winged visitors is so lovely, each poem special in its special way. . ' He took her to dine on exquisite seed gathered from thistles and oriental Bee balm... Her Breast of orange and rose sighed when he banded her leg with a golden flower of promises. ' Such passion, such bliss!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Em... your delicate voice has created a background of romantic overtures where peace abides as our feathered friends wait for love among the Primrose gardens kissed by sun and rain where nests of fledglings are protected on the boughs of Sycamore trees and a breeze of longevity.
May it always be so as we listen to the
Lullabies of the Sky. Your review has touched my heart with hope and prosperity.
tenderly, Pat

[emmajoy]

Guess we write to touch people in anyway we can and if words could to it as well as birdsong, perhaps the world would be a sweeter place. Take care dear lady friend. Hugs. xx

[Lorry]

Woah Pat! Such a beautifully written piece of how love strikes when it's ready and can't be set like a watch... But I can only presume that you left the last line out intentionally, for all us to sing it like a class full of kids... And they all lived happily ever after. 😀
Some of us already appreciated the sound of natures song before covid, but all that lack of traffic and people made it sound even better and gave us a glimpse of how the world used to sound before the industrial revolution.
Who wouldn't want this soundtrack playing in their garden? Instant cure for stressed out ears 😀

[redzone]

Pat, you have written beautifully of the sweet surrender of love... waterloo often refers to a defeat, but for these two love birds, it was a place of happiness... nicely done Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Curt... thanks for your heart print on
my poem... I realize that Napoleon was exiled on an Island at the end; however, it was his Waterloo. but then I may still have a lot to learn in expression and meaning. Hope you are well and safe. Gently, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Sweet songs harmonize in this one, Pat. Such a cute romantic write about the birds. Good personification. A happy write for a Monday morning. Lydi*

[Patricia Wedel]

Good morning Lydia... the harmonizing of the Birds will surely inspire we the people to be aware that Survival depends on all the
people singing in Key with Unity. Thank you for leaving words that harmonize with smiles and romance. gently, Pat

[Papaya]

Lovely and romantic, Pat.
I really love how these birds inspire you and how you view them.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Ana.. Lovely to share thoughts of survival... the Birds are survivors and we can be encouraged by their singing in spite of the danger. May God bless you and keep you safe from harm. tenderly, Pat

[Levi Levin]

A beautiful romantic poem of two birds. Great story!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Levi... Thanks for your charming review.
We moved to a two-story house with lots of large windows, so I see the birds as my friends. It is a Joy to feed them and write poetry as their biography.
truly, Pat

[Levi Levin]

You are welcome. Thank you for stopping by!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear folks... in a World where love is sequestered...
Nature survives with romance and dew like kisses.
Romancing with love songs and Rings of flowers.
Dew Drop Inn... Pat, the Author