So cool today a chickadee came
To where the feeder should be
She looked and looked
Then took a flight around
Just to check no seeds were hidden
Near or on the ground.
It’s only August, too soon for seeds
Flowers bloom in all their majesty
But honestly, look closely
I see them shivering
Shaking in the breeze.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
A hummingbird came
To my window yesterday
She pleaded and begged
Me not to put away
That feeder which fills
Her each, everyday.
She needs calories
To fly away
On an epic journey
To warm, hot lands
Far far away.
Maybe tomorrow
She’ll leave
Before the snow flies
And the leaves
Are deceased.
So now, today
She pleads
Fill it up, leave it be
Help her get ready
For her long, long
Epic journey.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
Sweet nectar she searches
And sips with a touch
No matter the flower
Sweetness a must.
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
~ Patrice
©Patrice Clarkson – 2012
So cool today a chickadee came
To where the feeder should be
She looked and looked
Then took a flight around
Just to check no seeds were hidden
Near or on the ground.
It’s only August, too soon for seeds
Flowers bloom in all their majesty
But honestly, look closely
I see them shivering
Shaking in the breeze.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
A hummingbird came
To my window yesterday
She pleaded and begged
Me not to put away
That feeder which fills
Her each, everyday.
She needs calories
To fly away
On an epic journey
To warm, hot lands
Far far away.
Maybe tomorrow
She’ll leave
Before the snow flies
And the leaves
Are deceased.
So now, today
She pleads
Fill it up, leave it be
Help her get ready
For her long, long
Epic journey.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Some birds are strange to me
The ones at the feeder I see
Nose, two ears and four feet
Beneath of thee.
Whatever ever type of bird could they be?
A deer?
A deer you say
Stealing seed
Right in front of me!
But the way they fly
Over fence and hill
They must have gained
A little ‘Bird’
In their birdseed fill.
I will watch until the spring
When the feeder is no longer
Filled with magic seeds
That make a doe
Into this strange bird
I see flying over fence and hill.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
Sweet nectar she searches
And sips with a touch
No matter the flower
Sweetness a must.
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
~ Patrice
©Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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