There upon my lawn in winter
I saw a few remaining birds
As I gazed out of my window
They moved around in my view
Why they choose to stay around
Instead of heading southward
It's a mystery to me
So, I thought I would ask them
I opened my door to go outside
They looked up for a moment
And on wings so quickly
They were carried away on the wind
I never received my answer
So I sat back down again
And I continued to watch out my window
As the birds again landed on my lawn
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Author:
bigwolf (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2013 09:04
- Category: Nature
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Comments4
yea they will always fly away if you go out to confront them. I think they stay because they have a thick coat of feathers or something. Like the robin. It isn't even going south anymore. They hang around our peninsula and hover in groups for warmth. your poem was well written.
Thank you diamond, nature is one of my favorite subjects
Ah! another window watcher :-). I also love to sit at my window and watch the birds and often times squirrels as they cavort and play, and feed off the grubs or worms and whatever they dig up under the leaves and grass. nature is so mysterious. I find my window a calming place for me.
Thank you baj-a, yes I am a window watcher.
Love your poem. Living in Florida I get to see birds all year, butterflies too. It gives me great pleasure that I am not the only one who loves watching them from my window and fantasizing about where they have come from and where are they going, Good write, soki
Thank you, sounds like there could be a poem about the trips that the birds take
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