Thursday, March 31, 2011

Spring Poem

Equinox

Black birds call early

robins late,

the blue bird

discusses the snow

while house sparrows

clatter about,

disrupting treaties

cardinals and chickadees

hammered out through the winter.
By Kathleen M. Tenpas

3 comments:

Scrappy Grams said...

Welcome, robin, welcome! Like the poem!

frayedattheedge said...

Love the poem! We wake up to the sparrows chattering outside our bedroom window!

Anyes said...

How do you manage to get so close? Do you ask them to pose before hand ;-)

Seriously, I can not come within close range to any living creature, I must be doing something wrong!