Peregrine
Flash! and the arrow
is gone in the haze.
Then instead a Bird, a
Bird in the Dusk,
A Bird in the Dusk
rose up to fly away.
Rip! and the Robin is
gone from its life.
Then instead rose a
Spirit, a Spirit in the Glow,
A Spirit in the Glow
rose up to float away.
Flash! and the arrow
is gone in the haze.
Then instead a Bird, a
Bird in the Dusk,
A Bird in the Dusk
rose up to fly away.
Swift
Many men have wondered
How the Swift was
granted his name.
Swift? The Swift? Who
would have that name?
Many men also do know
How the Swift was
granted his name.
The Swift? The
Swift? The Swift? The Swift?
Watch and observe
This glorious bird
Then you will know why
that name.
Swift as an arrow, as
a lightning bolt,
Swift as a Cheetah, as
a midnight bat.
Then lands on the
tree-branch, not a jolt
Swift is the name and
that is that.
Blue Titmouse
Flocked as twenty
Blue, yellow, green, white.
Flocked in the
Hawthorn
Loudly heard but out of sight.
“See? See? See the hawk?”
“Fly! Fly! See the hawk?”
A flutter of wings.
A torrent of feathers.
Flown to the safety of the next tree.
But always one Blue Titmouse
Says good-bye in the claws of his greatest fear.
Capercaillie
The
great male Capercaillie grouse
Struts
and gurgles around the lek*.
He
fans his tail and throws back his head
To
crow and crow with all his might.
A
real spectacle for the watching hens.
“Come,
ladies, come! I am the best at the lek!”
Say
the plumage and display of the cocks.
But
after mating, the hens go off
To
build their nests among the leaves.
The
fathers never help with such,
And
never even see the nest
Or
the eggs
Or
the chicks
So
they will never know who to love.
* A "lek" is a large arena in a woodland clearing free of debris that male grouse and pheasants and also Ruffs use to display on. A place near the centre guarantees several hens. When a spectating hen has chosen a cock, she will push past the other cocks, mate with him, then go back to the undergrowth to build a nest and lay eggs. Woodcock and snipe (there are three snipe species. The Great Snipe, the Common or Middle Snipe, and the Jack Snipe) use a similar clearing to do their display-flights (roding) but it is not worn bare by feet.
Great Titmouse
The greatest of the Parus
Titmice
Black, white, yellow, green, and blue.
Sings his heart out in the Blackthorn
“I need you women, I'm singing for you!”
Agile climber, feasting on the ripe black sloes.
Purple juice runs
down his bill.
Always busy, never static.
Hopping, calling, never still.
Kingfisher
A
kingfisher waits
By
the side of a river
A
shimmering arrow
Drawn
out of its quiver
Patiently
waiting
For
the little fishes
For
a big fat one
The
little bird wishes
That
wish has come true
And
under the water
Comes
the big fish
The
bird’s gonna slaughter
The
kingfisher darts
And
all is still
And
comes back up with a fish in his bill!
Nightingale
The Nightingale sings
at dawn, at dusk.
At midnight, and all
the way after, before.
The Nightingale sings,
all when the Moon is lighting the Sky.
O, the great flare of
the Moon in the Dark,
And never the flare of
the Sun in the Light.
The Nightingale sings,
as the silver lantern rises and all the time
Until the light will
dip down.
The light will dip
down.
The light will dip
down.
The light will dip
down, but the Spirit of the Song never will go.
The Graceful Silence of a Mute among Whoopers
Vibrant curling notes
Winding around the tongues of the Whoopers,
Suddenly out of the open bills fly
Out – and whoooooOOP! –
curl, twist and coil
Out of the bill fly to summon more for the wedge*.
But out in the middle,
Passing through like royalty,
A Mute is silently going.
The Whoopers humbly back away to clear a path.
No noise, no curling notes,
No sound comes out from this bill.
Gracefully gliding through the water, bigger and sleeker
Than any Whooper could be.
*A flock of swans is called a
wedge.
Copyright Eleanor Woodcock 2011-2012 MWAHAHAHA!!! Copyrights are EPIC! (No, I don't know what that's about.)
Like them? I'm doing a Mute Swan one next. It will be EPIC and SPECTACULAR I promise you. I will also do one on a Gean (Wild Cherry). Yes, it isn't a bird, but I will still mention it. I put the Epic Face (I didn't make it up on the PC. Search Epic Face in Google Images if you don't believe me) again just for Epic Luck that some people will stick up comments on more birds they want me to do poems on. Oh yeah, I'm going to do a Raven (the largest Passerine or perching bird, that is with feet modified to grip a branch or other perch, in the whole world) and one on the Merlin (Britain's smallest bird-of-prey, little bigger than a Mistle Thrush.) Byee peoples! KEEP COMMENTING!!!!!!!!