BIRD SONG
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Mourning dove,mourning dove–
How are you today…
Your gentle cry I happened by,
You sound so far away!
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Mourning dove, mourning dove….
How do you fare…
Have you made a goodly nest,
Surviving young with care?
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Mourning dove, mourning dove…
The winter draweth near…
Many bird soon go south,
Will you be lodging here?
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–Jonathan Caswell
LITTLE BIRDS DO IT AGAIN…AND AGAIN…!
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Those little birds’ family urging,
Mays way for multiple merging…
Two or three per season
For gene line increasin’
Making survival encouraging.
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One nest I observed regularly,
Did two broods that season–nearly three–
The third brood lost
With early frost,
But two brood matured completely!
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Little birds sure get down,
Their energy does really astound…
Two batches, nearly three,
Brought to maturity,
Their summer of love covers ground!!!!
–Jonathan Caswell
SUMMER NIGHT’S SOUL MUSIC
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Walikng back to the car
At midnight to go home…
I hear a different sound afar,
Croaking starting low.
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A different frog than peepers
Taking o’er the swamp…
A few tentative voices
Before it starts to ramp.
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I wouldn’t want to be a fly
When the big bullfrogs come…
I know that I’d be quick to die
Hearing that “JUGGA-RUM!!!”
–JONATHAN CASWELL
LITTLE MILLER FLYING
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A little miller flying
Around inside…
Thinks my computer
A place to abide.
Till I come
Scaring this white moth
Away down the hall
To find a safer loft!
–Jonathan Caswell
THROUGH THE LENS
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A wasp crawls, super-sized,
In front of the lens, before our eyes…
Trying to best
Camera globes for a nest,
Before warm weather dies.
–Jonathan Caswell
AVIAN ADAPTION
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On an inner canopy edge
Little birds sit and wait…
When another flues by
They ask them for a date!
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Ornamental recesses
In a cinder block wall…
A bird couple presses
Into breeding halls.
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Birds use those canopy lights
In finding something to eat…
Bugs and moths attracted to lights
A bird’s nutrition completes.
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Larger birds find that
Lawn sprinklers mankind hath….
Make the perfect excuse for
A quickie shower bath!
–Jonathan Caswell
TOYING WITH TANKA
Been taken as a fool
A two-hundred dollar school,
Burning with laughter
Their laughter–smiling at me
Smilingly to the bank vault!
–J.E.C.
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Successful robins
Pulling worms out at their will
Feeding generation
Filling nests of happy broods
Serenading the damp woods!
–J.E.C.
ROBINS’ QUANDRY
Supposedly, robins are here,
Robin red-breast with spring cheer…
With all our snow
No “worm-burgers” show,
Just seeds and berries in the clear.
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Hard to set territories
With winter still in its glories…
Landmarks they lack
(They’re under snowpack),
Just adding to an early bird’s worries.
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Melting happens this week,
Which will at least fill up the c reek…
Till dry land
Robins can
Watch snow melt in a year that’s unique!
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 