spring sprung

 

Sun smiles on five inches of wet snow melting to fill empty birdbath.

 

(photo: bebedero-pajaros, nicely painted)bebedero-pájaros

 

Bye, bye blackbird

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Those blackbird gangs in the grove are
raucous; noisier than an Iowa caucus.

They do not sing but loudly gripe;
more dreadful than the sneaky snipe.

They perch on top finger of evergreen, then
sway to break top off, with laughter mean.

Do not let their lovely feathers’ sheen fool;
their blackbird hearts are ugly and cruel.

They chase the sparrows, intimidate robins;
take over a birdbath like neighborhood snobbins.

If you want blackbirds to bake in a pie,
I have recipes you’re welcome to try!

as seen from my window

 

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A mythical “bluebird of happiness”

could never out do the cheery flock

of ordinary sparrows

gathering in my farm garden

for a chirpers’ convention.

Attendees all a”twitter” and

splashing sociably in the

rain-refreshed

birdbath.