It was on the third
I photographed this bird,
A screeching noise I heard
From this bird,
How absurd
This crazy bird.
He clattered or jabbered,
Then quivered and scampered seaward.
I whistled he answered
He fluttered and fell forward,
He staggered like a drunkard
He couldn’t fly I concurred.
Just then another bird he heard
All feathered he fluttered
Took off and flew eastward
Gone now was this bird
That I photographed on the third.
Hi Shelley, I read your poem, "The Bird" I found it a fun read. It is quite lyrical. It could be turned into a song. Best of luck with your writing. Please feel free to visit my site here in the "Den"
Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)
Reviewed on June 15, 2008
WoW....great bird...made me smile the flow...nice ....neerja
Cleverly done, Shelley. I've often loved to play with rhyme but to bring meaning as well is not so easy. You've done a fine job here and I appreciate your photography as well. Thank you for sharing your gifts. Love and peace to you,
I like the rhyme, flow and of course, the bird. I'll often try to mimic a bird when they whistle and you'd be surprised at how many will keep answering back, or would you? You know what they say about birds of a feather. (lol) Seriously, Enjoyed much.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 9, 2007
The rhyme is good and it has a good whimiscal feel...
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Anna
Thanks for the SMILES!
You have a great sense of humor!
John Michael
Regis
Sam
I like the rhyme, flow and of course, the bird. I'll often try to mimic a bird when they whistle and you'd be surprised at how many will keep answering back, or would you? You know what they say about birds of a feather. (lol) Seriously, Enjoyed much.
Be safe,
Karen