4.09.2016

If Birds Could Talk

Coffee
at the kitchen window
considering
writing lines about
a circus of sparrows
companionably chippering
up the rose hedge
peeking in my kitchen window
as if to say
what’s all the yammering about
in there

#9 for Hannah’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden. April! Ack!
Posted by Marian at 9:46 PM
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9 comments:

  1. Ha, this is so adorable :D
    Beautifully penned :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. This is delightful. I can SEE them. Here, we have hummingbirds at all the windows, clamouring at the feeders. They go bananas at dusk.

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  3. aha...mine was about the sparrow too...glad you still spot them...here they are almost vanishing....sigh....

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  4. I think we should be happy that we cannot understand their quarellous song.

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  5. Excellent glimpse at the writing process, and what inspires it.

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  6. Birds of a feather sing together. Both sides yammering, wondering what the other is up to. It's like a reflection in a still pond.

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  7. So glad the sparrow sang to you, Marian...thank you for writing!!

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  8. Ha! Smart birds! Smart poet! thanks .k.

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  9. without that coffee I'd be one silent yam ~

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