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SOL 17 & Poetry Friday: Birds in the Blizzard

Catherine Flynn17 Comments

                           

On Tuesday, as Stella raged outside, I spent what seemed like hours at my kitchen window, marveling at the hardy birds at the feeder. Their comings and goings inspired this poem.

During the blizzard, trees and bushes
tremble as birds flit and flee.
Scoffing at the wind,
cardinals, jays, and chickadees
jockey into position.
Like planes lining up for take off,
they wait for their turn at the feeder,
for their share of suet and seed.

© Catherine Flynn, 2017

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17 thoughts on “SOL 17 & Poetry Friday: Birds in the Blizzard”

  3. Thanks for sharing a view of the activity at your feeder. Bird watching is a constant inspiration to me. I find it fascinating to watch as the birds “jockey for position”, but let’s hope there’s no more bird watching during storms this spring!

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  5. My yard in Northwest NJ looks similar – 20 inches during this last storm. There’s nothing prettier than looking out into the yard and into the woods. I love your poem and word play especially in these two lines – “tremble as birds flit and flee./Scoffing at the wind,” I always enjoy reading your poetry, a new area for me. Thanks for sharing, and for your kind words on my post.

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  6. I watched some birds during the storm too and marveled at their determination to simply go about their business despite the weather. Jockeying into position describes it perfectly!

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  10. I enjoy spending time watching the birds come to my neighbor’s feeders. I’ve seen some beautiful birds. I haven’t done that much lately, but your poem reminds me that I need to. I especially love these lines:
    Like planes lining up for take off,
    they wait for their turn at the feeder,
    for their share of suet and seed.

    Thanks for sharing your lovely poem!

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