Down the garden I go,
Bird food in hand.
Fill the feeders with seed,
Fill others with sunflower hearts,
For the Goldfinches of course.
Towards the bird table I go,
Put some seed on it,
But also the sultanas.
As I empty the packet
The Blackbirds appear
All around me in the trees,
When I put the last sultana on
A Blackbird lands near my hand,
It looks at me in gratitude,
I remove my hand and stay still.
The Blackbirds come nearer
And join each other on the table
In their first feast of the day.
I stand a look at them,
As they look at me,
Trusting me.
I thank and praise nature
That they accept me,
Accept me as a friend,
And allow me their trust
As I stand amongst them,
In amongst the Blackbirds.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I also have the starlings waiting for me in the mornings to put the meal worms out.
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I'll have some of your glorious nature poetry any day, I too live in a place rich in nature surrounded by so many amazing sites. Beautiful 🌹
Your words are so kind Teddy, thank you so very much.
Andy
A very enjoyable read on a horrible Sunday morning, reminding us of the beauty of nature
Thank you Tobani, much appreciated.
Andy
You are very welcome
Nice one Andy .. a bird near your hand is worth two .. nah' let's leave it at that .. 😎🐦⬛👍
Thank you Neville. There are more than two birds in my bushes.
Andy
A fine write and bird-shaped feeder poem Gold. I read of a Goldfinch in a poem - I forget where but probably can be found on Google.
Thank you Orchi.
I saw a trapped swallow die the other day, still moved by it. The poor thing flew into a large space without any vents or openings. It's so good to be able to witness, even by poem, how it could have turned out otherwise.
One of the pleasures in my life was to free a swift that had been trapped in a gap below a gutter, it was so wonderful to gently get the bird out and let it fly from my hands.
Andy
Oh nice one! I was at the scene too late, death throes and such. Same with a joey once, years and years ago- roadkill.
Andy, this poem to me is very metaphoric. It is clearly literal, but behind those images lies a deeper message.. That message seems to be one of acceptance. On this site you seem recognized as one of the most widely read poets in that alone. It seems quite kind that you recognize the rest of us.
Your words humble me soren, you are so kind, thank you.
Andy
What a delightful start to the day.Feeding the birds.They are the most amazing creatures.
It certainly is a great way to start the day David, thank you.
Andy
Excellent write Andy
Most kind Tony, thank you.
Andy
You're welcome
A fine write and shape poem, Andy.
Much appreciated Jerry, thank you.
Andy
A wonderful poem
of the birds, natures gift,
so uplifting and inviting indeed!! 😊
Awesome, penned superbly and
my pleasure to read! 🕊️🌞👍
Best regards ✌️ Thad
So kind Thad, thank you very much.
Andy
A wonderful nature write Andy. Thinking about our avian friends in winter and ensuring they don’t starve. They have rewarded you with their trust. Much enjoyed as was your posted music. Thank you.
I cnnot remember not ever feeding the birds Cassie, it is part of my life.
Andy
Supergb imagery.
Thank you Thomas.
Andy
Where I once lived, friends four doors down fed the birds ('keats, cockys magpies etc) high quality seed. Birds flocked from all over. My friends were at odds with their neighbours who complained about the noise and the crap they found on their patios.... don't let that tale stop you, will you Andy... keep up the good work.
Thanks Dave, it will never stop me feeding the birds.
Andy
A lovely write. Really captured the scene.
Thank you Tom, much appreciated.
Andy
wow - what a beautiful feeling indeed
in my childhood i used to feed sparrows before lunch, and somehow they would appear as if by magic whatever time lunch was laid out, though i confess no one perched on my hand or shoulder, though they came really close.
keep up the good job
Thank you Nafisa, I have been feeding the birds for as long as I can remember.
Andy
you are not only a lucky man, but a good one too, because animals have a sixth sense and can recognize who cares - keep up the good work
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