Words for BirdsA Poem by Robert RonnowFirst person singular prohibited. In order to be more crow. War! war! war! war! war! Then there's that lowland wetland bird around the stunted red pines crying Birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy. Hear the redwing blackbird chirring Her, her, her... she as one might expect, Spring. Words for birds since they're inaccessible. Aim binoculars left, right, up, down, missing every time. At the piano recital Aaron made the penguins run, run, run, not waddle, from a hungry polar bear! Everything passes, even a massacre, but birds outlast cars and words like chemical and holocaust. Woodpecker climbs oak, Connecticut. Not one neighbor heard the knocking. The voice of a pewee whose nest has fallen out of the tree. Oh my! Oh me! What did the wood thrush sing that summer evening teaching its young thrush meanings?
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