They arrive in droves
The parents and their young.
The young with their beaks wide open,
Shrilling with a piercing scream,
Saying “FEED ME! FEED ME!”
The parents pecking and picking
At the food on the table,
Forcing it a speed
Down the gaping hole
That the young present
To their non-stop parents.
We just look on in wonder
At the beauty of nature
Regenerated for another year,
As we do every year,
Just glorying in the beauty
And rejuvenation that comes
To us each year,
Every year,
And every day,
We share the wonder,
Of nature’s bounteous world.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We have been feeding the birds in our garden for many many years and at this time of the year the youngsters get fed. (The picture is one that I took)
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The sight of a murmuration of starlings in the evening sky is one of natures most dramatic sights. Love the poem of one of our often maligned little beauties.
The murmuration of starlings is as you say one of natures wondrous sights, I have seen it over our town but only in hundreds, maybe a thousand birds but down by The Severn I have seen it in its thousands, maybe even a million but a wondrous sight to behold.
Starlings are super birds to watch and at this time of year they come to our garden in flocks.
Thank you Michael.
A fine write and pic G/F. Sometimes we might think St Francis was a bit eccentric, but it does say 'Go and preach the gospel to EVERY creature'. Now this explains my talking to plants!
Can you come and tell my weeds not to grow?
Thanks Orchi.
Doh! I'm not much of a gardener. I watered the weeds as well as the plants while someone was on holiday! You gonna go talk to those plants, and hug those trees?!
Love this one GF60
I am a man of nature
It's the one thing I
Truly believe in....
That and love...
Nature and love..
You cannot go wrong
With those.....
Very true, thank you PH
The complexity of life on this planet is startling . I never tire of hearing about God's creation .
Neither do I S.
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