• ornithology

    by  • September 18, 2007 • Uncategorized • 9 Comments

    In our first summer
    I started feeding birds –
    you’ll have to feed
    all year round,
    our neighbor said,
    or they’ll die in winter

    I thought
    I was doing them
    a favor.

    Now they congregate
    in the crisp autumn air
    and wait like worshippers
    for me to fill the feeder
    while the wild geese
    fly overhead

    I wonder
    if both instincts
    are true.

    Peace,
    Milton

    P. S. — You can check out other poems at Writer’s Island.

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    9 Responses to ornithology

    1. Tee
      September 18, 2007 at 5:33 pm

      I REALLY like this one, Milton. It’s beautiful and seasonal and has a clear meaning, and yet deeper one. Perfect.

    2. September 18, 2007 at 6:09 pm

      Oh wow – this is a gorgeous poem! Thank you so much for sharing it with us over at Writers Island. 🙂

    3. September 18, 2007 at 7:47 pm

      I’ve often wondered about that – you said it well! Enjoyed!

    4. September 18, 2007 at 7:58 pm

      Lovely poem! A great contribution to our island!

    5. September 19, 2007 at 1:03 am

      Great poem — beautiful in its simplicity. I especially loved the phrase “wait like worshippers”. Very evocative.

    6. September 19, 2007 at 3:00 am

      really great poem.

      nice to meet you.

    7. September 19, 2007 at 11:55 am

      I have a few crows “waiting like a worshipper” each morning.

      I enjoyed this..:D

    8. Lea
      September 20, 2007 at 2:43 am

      wonderful writing… moving me to many levels… my bird feeder is empty… and the leaves have begun to fall… your words will peer over my shoulder… thank you.

    9. September 23, 2007 at 1:46 am

      Oh, I do like this one.

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