B is for Birds Outside My Window



Birds Outside My Window

Woodpeckers, nuthatches, cardinals and jays
Chirping, twittering and tweeting,
They visit the feeders on winter days
Even when it’s snowing or sleeting

Gluttonous starlings squabble and squawk
Scaring the chickadees away,
They’d probably be swearing if they could talk
Just imagine what they’d say!

I always love to photograph the birds
It gives me so much pleasure,
Some things are hard to put in words
My photos are such a treasure.

I’d love to attain that state of being
So pure, so wondrous and fine,
Being a bird must be simple and freeing
A miracle of Nature’s design.


 This April I am participating in the A-Z Challenge 

and the NaPoWroMo Challenge NaPoWriMo where I will write a post and a poem for each letter of the alphabet each day in April except for Sundays.

Comments

  1. VinodiniApril 2, 2015 at 7:40 AM

    You are so passionate about birds Cat...I can see it in the pictures you click and the posts you write. Beautifully penned as usual :)

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    1. UnknownApril 12, 2015 at 4:35 AM

      Thanks very much, Vinodini. I do love my birds!

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  2. Swathi ShenoyApril 2, 2015 at 7:55 AM

    Nice poem Cat :) I like clicking pictures of birds too :)

    Betrayed

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    1. UnknownApril 12, 2015 at 4:37 AM

      Thanks, Swathi. I love taking photos of birds and other creatures in nature like the squirrels and chipmunks. So therapeutic. I'd love to know what kind of birds you take photos of, Swathi. Must be different from Canada.

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  3. Debbie D. April 2, 2015 at 8:24 AM

    Your passion for our feathered friends is reflected in your photos and the poem, Cathy. Lovely!

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  4. Shilpa GargApril 2, 2015 at 8:45 AM

    That's a beautiful ode to your feathered friends! :)

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  5. AnonymousApril 2, 2015 at 9:18 AM

    I'm in love with your Mr. and Mrs, Cat! :) Love the pics! *Shalini @TaleofTwoTomatoes*

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    1. UnknownApril 12, 2015 at 4:38 AM

      Thanks, TOT! I do love my cardinal couple the best. I don't get to see them nearly enough, especially now that it's spring.

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  6. Shilpa GupteApril 2, 2015 at 9:42 AM

    That was so sweetly expressed, Cat! Sweet and simple, that's how your poetry is! Your love for your feathered friends comes alive through your poetry.

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    1. UnknownApril 12, 2015 at 4:39 AM

      Thanks, Shilpa! I appreciate your kind words about my poetry.

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  7. IndywritesApril 2, 2015 at 1:26 PM

    What a lovely poem and pictures for the birds. They sure do brighten my day.
    Your poetry is so easy to understand and I enjoy it always.

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    1. UnknownApril 12, 2015 at 4:39 AM

      Thanks so much, Inderpreet. Much appreciated.

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  8. elly stornebrinkApril 2, 2015 at 8:38 PM

    Hmm, wonder if you love birds so much 'cause of your name, i.e., 'Cat!' ;) How wonderful to see such birds and such a lovely poem to match! :) <3

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    1. UnknownApril 12, 2015 at 4:40 AM

      Hahah! You're a funny one, Elly. I only take photos, I don't try to catch them like a real cat would do. I don't let Kobie out. He'd be after them for sure.

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  9. Ajay PaiApril 3, 2015 at 1:24 AM

    Ms.Birdie Passionate! Lovely poem. and all the best for the A to Z challenge.

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  10. UnknownApril 3, 2015 at 9:26 AM

    Wonderful! I saw my first robin of the season when I pulled back the curtains this morning, and it made my heart sing. :)

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    1. UnknownApril 12, 2015 at 4:41 AM

      So exciting to see that first robin, isn't it, Laurel? We Canadians really appreciate spring so much.

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  11. UnknownApril 4, 2015 at 4:35 AM

    Nice observation and a wonderful poem. I too wonder about all their chirping in the morning.

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    1. UnknownApril 12, 2015 at 4:42 AM

      Thanks, Janaki. Some of them can be very noisy. I hear the blue jay squawking out there right now.

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  12. Shailaja VApril 4, 2015 at 9:45 PM

    I think the only thing I would miss about being Human is the ability to write and put my feelings into words :) Other than that, the bird life sounds pretty lovely! :)


    *Shailaja/Alternate Angles/A-Z*

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    1. UnknownApril 12, 2015 at 4:43 AM

      I agree, Shailaja. The bird life would probably be tough with our cold winters but I still wouldn't mind being able to fly.

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  13. beingFabApril 12, 2015 at 1:30 AM

    You've taken those photographs? They're really pretty!

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    1. UnknownApril 12, 2015 at 4:43 AM

      Thanks so much bF. I appreciate you stopping by.

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