Indigo Bird
The bluest that I’ve ever seen
Was on a little road
Where flying up to a tree
His colors really showed
Slowly driving by
He was as if the sky
With his catch in his beak
A little dragon fly
On the boughs of the tree
He searched the spot known good
Waiting some and there at ease
On sunny afternoons
He went on and on
Flying up and down
Searching always carefully
For the meals he found
The bird watchers there with me
All agreed it was true
No other prettier bird could be
In the neighborhood
And when the evening came
He chose a nightly perch
Waiting for the light of day
When again he could search
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w c (
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Comments3
an ornithologists delight I would imagine & captured perfectly here for all of us to enjoy....
Thanks, Neville. The first I really knew this bird was in an ornithology course in college. It (the Indigo bunting) was so beautiful, I'll never forget it.
my pleasure... nor should you forget such an exquisite spotting .. well done you.. N
A lovely write and pic w c.
Thanks, orchidee. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Wonderful words about a wonderful bird.
Thanks, Goldfinch. I appreciate your support.
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