Flying The Coop

Birds do not sing in caves, nor do doves cherish their innocence in dovecots. - Thoreau

you disliked morning's cawing crows

hated the cardinal's new clothes

disapproved of hemingway's prose

unable to admit what poe's raven for nevermore knows

choosing instead to pet the cats of what twain's verbiage throws

you hated duck soup

so you flew the coop

fearing hitchcock's birds

carefully sidestepping all of their feathery turds

unable to count high enough to slice a chicken into thirds

i highly doubt that you could ever take off on the wings of mere words

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Author's Note

"There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of head or hands. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in reverie, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sang around. I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and above my usual allowance." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

as always your Thoreau quotes are in tune with your poem .. what a delightful quick read .. full of the lightness of a ..... hummingbird, let's say :) ... i think, however, if i considered a while and maybe knew you better .. there is a line of important statement in the thinking that brought this poem to life... i choose not to puzzle and instead really enjoyed the play with poets, poems and cliché' ... well done .. and now to lean back and enjoy some Led Z!!! so glad to catch this one my friend!
E.
ps. the music got me off me seat!! and what in the world instrument is that guy, front stage left .. playing? do you know? i have never seen such a thing .. and as long as I am ps ing .. that sparrow of Mr. Thoreau reminded me of an incident when i was about 8 or 10 .. on Easter morning .. my Dad decided we would walk to Church in all our Easter finery ... I was walking next to my mom .. white gloves and all .. when of a sudden a little bird from ??? dropped one right on her shoulder .. it was such a shock then laugh for us all .. it imprinted itself on my child nog forever .. and beautiful sunny Sunday Easter walk ;)

[Pete]

happy easter e. hard to go wrong with zep. i believe the instrument is from medieval folk and is called a hurdy gurdy ... :)

[Pete]

... cool story about your church walk as a child with white gloves mind you ...

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha .. yes .. of course .. a hurdy gurdy!!! put into a song by Donovan https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHxfOZH8cew

[Pete]

i love that instrument not to mention the mandolin. you'd love this version of zep's battle of evermore with both hurdy gurdy and mendolin ...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCQiPXDZHcc&list=RDDD66bUD307M&index=4

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks so much for the link .. yes .. mandolins, sitars, hurdy gurdy ... and not to forget the accordions of Zydeco! ;) i am still listening to the Z .. wow!!

[Pete]

say what you may, plant & page really know how to jam ...)

[Einstein Noodle]

yes they do .. peace out brother .. have a rejoiceful Easter :)