Locust spins and sings its heart out
before the wagtail takes its share.
The squirrel climbs fast down a tree
stops and sniffs a baby rabbit
nibbling tender twigs without care.
A family of crows, father perched
on a pine branch vigilantly watches
as the mother feeds the chicks.
Not to be outdone, finch takes over
for some birds are poets. And this
a seasonal rhythm in my garden.
For the Midweek Motif, Garden, at Poets United.
note: These are images from my backyard. Now that it’s summer, I enjoy sitting on the balcony while sipping my morning coffee. I’ve been following with keen interest a family of crows parked right under my window.
Listening to the rhythm of nature, even with the urban noise around, is precious. It’s like a meditation; finding peace in the midst of chaos.
Aw…This is so sweet. “… some birds are poets.” Love this.
So beautiful Khaya! Birds are so relaxing to watch and listen. I wouldn’t be surprised if I take up bird watching when I am retired.
Calmness is exuded from this write. There is a lovely peacefulness.
Without birds, our gardens would be poorer indeed!
This is so lovely and peaceful.
What a wonderful poem, and photo…lovely observations…..I love “for some birds are poets”.
A beautiful poem; a real joy to visualise…
I love how birds soon catch on to you as you feed them scaps or give them a bath to play in. What a delightful poem this is Khaya.
Thanks Sumana. You might have noticed that I lean heavily on birds. They really delight.
for some birds are poets – oh I so agree… and some are alarm clocks! I too think birding is truly meditation!
“Finding peace in the midst of chaos”–love that! Absolutely adore this poem and the photos you’ve captured. ^_^
Oh yes, bird watching is a favourite past-time. But don’t wait till you retire, start now and where you are! 🙂
Thanks Lori, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Totally agree!
Many thanks!
Glad you enjoyed it, Sherry!
Thank you, Eileen!
Thank you, Robin. I’m glad you like it!
“Some are alarm clocks!” LOL! 😀 I agree, birding is meditation.
Thank you, Heather! <3
This poem enchanted me! To be a poet among the bird poets is to be among the best of company. And to think you are all drawn together by a garden!
I might have to pack my tent and sleeping bag and head to camp in your yard. Love all the sounds and images your poems brings to life. What a lively place your yard is!
Thanks Maga! And about camping in the backyard, you are so welcome. We love hosting friends and family in summer; it’s the best season ever to visit Finland. So, I live in hope that one day, you’ll grace us with your presence. <3
Ah, a poetic sigh! Such a lovely comment, Susan. Thank you. 🙂
I want to take a cup of tea and enter into this peaceful idyll you’ve described. Lovely. 🙂
Thanks Rommy! And you are always welcome for a cup of tea. 🙂
Nice imagery with this poem!
Thank you!
No problem, Khaya!