This pie bird is another small object from my kitchen. (I wrote more about these objects here.) He’s been baked into more apple pies than I could ever count. He seemed like a worthy subject of a poem this Pi day.
The Pie Bird
No squawks or caws
from this blackbird,
nestled in a puddle
of fruit and spice.
But the swirls of steam
escaping the “o”
of his yellow mouth
send out the signal
loud and clear:
Pie is ready!
Deliciousness awaits!
© Catherine Flynn, 2016
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I used to bake pies all the time when I was young and living in California, but I never saw a pie bird! I love it…it’s so simple and so sweet.
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Catherine, I have a Pie Bird too. Love your little ditty. Did you submit it for Michelle’s Little Ditty challenge?
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A precious pie bird! I’ve never seen one before. Happy Pi Day. Happy Spring!
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“nestled in a puddle
of fruit and spice”
I think I will be muttering these lovely lines all day!
I’ve never seen a pie bird either, but suddenly I think I must have one. What a delight of a poem – Pie poem for pi day!
xo
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Love this – so creative. I always wanted one of those — but I don’t make enough pies to warrant one. Maybe a future goal… I love the word – Deliciousness. It has layers of meaning.
Clare
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Lovely, lovely words to carry me through Pi Day. And you taught me something. Four and twenty blackbirds…connection?
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Ever so grateful for this taste of poetic deliciousness, Catherine!
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I have one of these buried away somewhere, Catherine – that cheerful beak is always a sign that deliciousness awaits.
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Not the Pi I expected. I love your poem and whimsy-ness of your words. Your poem is calling me to back a pie.
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I’ve never had a “pie” bird, Catherine, but love this on Pi day. Love that “nestled in a puddle”, Catherine.
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Pie bird. That is a new one for me. Love your description. Couldn’t help but think of “four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie…”
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You chose a fun twist on “Pi” day. Never heard of a pie bird, but I suppose I’d have to bake pie to be “in the know.” “No squawks or caws from this blackbird,” but a clever play on “pi” for the day!
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I have never heard of a pie bird! How great! I love this line: “nestled in a puddle
of fruit and spice.”
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I, too, had never heard of a pie bird! Your poem made me want some pie. Btw what kind of pie is your favorite? I love blueberry!
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I’ve heard of pie birds but don’t know if I’d ever seen one before. I love the poem and that fruit and spice puddle is wonderfully appealing. Yum!
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