Sunday, March 22, 2026

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POEM: Our birds

The poet hopes this poem can take our minds off of our anxiety-filled news.

These feathered beings
live in our little forested world
singing to us each day
in their high spirited voices —
a joyous daily concert.

These feathered beings
know us well —
the givers of peanuts from the hand
or tossed for the game
of fetch they love to play.

Chickadees are brave hand feeders
their feet on outstretch palm, thrills.
Nuthatch dives down from the old maple
almost catching a peanut in midair.
Titmouse, ever curious and alert,
swoops down like a rocket
to snag a treat.

Downy, Hairy, and Red Bellied woodpeckers
are slow to shimmy down the tree trunk
to grab a nut— soaring
into the deep blue sky.
A Cardinal pair calls from the porch railing
watching their snack drop to the ground
before their illuminated crimson flight to seize it.

These feathered beings
color our days in vibrant hues and music.

Chickadee eating from a hand. Photo by Leslie Klein
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