Posted in Nature Poetry, Wildlife Photography

What Must Birds Think of Us?

What must birds think of us?
Rushing from one place to the next,
Always in a hurry,
Never once basking in the sun.

What must birds think of us?
So careless,
Yet so precise,
Hardly considered what other creatures need.

What must birds think of us?
Some feeding them,
Some loving them,
But all never genuinely understanding them.

What must birds think of us?
When we destroy their forest homes,
Only to build houses,
And plant new trees.

What must birds think of us?
How wonderful,
How dangerous,
How odd must we seem?

Posted in Nature Poetry, Wildlife Photography

An Osprey at Sunset

Atop the cliff he stands,
Sharp eyes piercing the waves,
Like a spark, he takes to the sky.

Plummeting toward the sea graceful and precise,
He plunges in talons first,
Grasping the helpless fluke in his icy clutches.

Then just as swiftly as he struck,
He flys toward the horizon,
As the Maine sun slowly sets into night.

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A Spring Storm

Frigid spring air,
Rolling dark clouds against an azure sky,
Pink blossoms fall like a gentle snow,
Onto bright green grass.

A Robin stands in the distance,
Redbreast glistening in the fading sun,
Worm hanging from his mouth,
As the wind picks up,
He heads for cover.

The rain begins with a sprinkle,
Building to a thundering roar,
As if someone opened the floodgates of heaven,
A bolt of lightning dances across the sky in the distance,
Like a dangerous ballerina pirouetting across a tempestuous sky.

Tree branches clatter in the raging winds,
Virgin leaves and pink blossoms,
Are scattered across the landscape.

Then, as swiftly as a hawk gliding across the heavens,
The torrent of rain begins to slow,
Dark gray clouds begin to roll out,
The wind returns to a gentler pace,
And the storm is gone.

That warm spring sun breaks through,
The sky clears, and the blossoms dazzle in the sun,
The Robin then hops out of his hiding place,
In search of another worm,
And nature’s joyful spring work carries on.