Posted in Nature Photography, Nature Poetry

The Grand Choir

Breaking through the dark silence,
A round of Robins sing in the new day,
In unison, their gentle calls are a sweet harmony,
Chirping and dashing about in the cool morning air,
Nature’s grand choir,
Lifting their voices in a song as old as the mountains,
Singing with all their might,
As if willing the vernal sun over the horizon.

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.