Birds of Joy

By Richard L. Provencher

Sat, 22 Feb 2020
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I feast

on their movements

the flair of it

the swaying

and meandering

across the air

in front of me

their scoots from one

branch to a second

and a third—

 

then grabbing a

black seed

and off

like a lightning

bolt – my chickadees.

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
Street Level Poetry
Nature

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by monodemo on

another great poem richard

Submitted by Di_Hard on

"I feast

on their movements

the flair of it"

this sums up exactly how I feel! We don't have chickadees here, but other birds think we are running an avian restaurant. I enjoyed your poem, written on the other side of the ocean about other birds making you happy too, in such a pure, joyful way

 

Submitted by onemorething on

I really liked this too - it feels like the happiness of birds between branches and the speed of their movement. :)