A poem for the birds at Navasola.

Another really interesting   Dverse poetry prompt I cannot ignore. It’s worth following the link to where Abhra tells us about a famous Bengali poet and quotes some beautiful lines about the kind of bird he might like to be reborn as.

These words came to me in the early hours as the birds began to sing. Although today I should be working outside in the sun and gathering wood I cannot resist having fun with this. It’s a tribute to all the birds with the hope that they may survive the cold, the long journeys, human interference, and be with us as truly wild ones.

 

If I was reborn I would like to be a bird in the Navasola valley. They seem quite happy here, with plenty of food to eat. But which one ?

 

To the Biodiversity of Birds

 

I would love to be

A bee eater, glorious gold blue green.

But maybe not with such decline

In numbers with a risky journey South

And far too few bees to eat.

I am not a risk taker.

 

Or could I be a darting swift

Flying fast round village spires

Screaming to the God inside.

I fear I cannot go so fast.

 

To go with the warblers and the swallows south

On African plains would be a dream.

Guided by the distant stars.

But migrant birds in current climes

Travel with joy but suffer loss.

I do not want so much grief.

 

An owl gliding through the night

Silent flight now that I’d like.

But I would miss the sun.

 

A stork is not I think the best

Bringing babes frogs to the high up nest.

I think from that I need a rest!

 

So perhaps a resident is what I should be

A Mrs brown blackbird, or robin dear.

With sludgey worms slugging down my throat.

Perhaps that’s not quite my cup of tea.

 

 

A tiny wren with cracking voice

Varied tits with varying tails.

Winter cold small body fails

I like a fire to keep me warm.

 

The goldfinch flies with such glitter

A song so pretty but here so often caught

Put in a cage , no place for wings to flutter.

I like to be free.

 

From gliding vultures high above

Eagles with their boots on, ravens, jays.

Living on corpses to the end of my days.

I cannot change my vegetarian ways.

 

The woodpecker too noisy with the wood

I prefer some silence and some song.

 

Ah, there’s a bird I surely could be

When it’s cold it goes by the sea

Hovering high notes sung with joy

Up and down in perfect pitch.

A singing voice I have not had.

So I will be the lark

And sing and sing and sing.

 

Thanks for reading and I apologise that I have no photos of the birds and I do envy some of the American bloggers photos of birds in the USA; Boeta in South Africa, Simon Bowler in the UK and all others. Here in this woodland the birds are so wild and elusive. They sense binoculars and dodge between the many leaves of the evergreen oak, cork and olive. Sometimes they preen on a tall bare leaved cherry or the stag head of an ancient chestnut.  There are blackcaps and redstarts about but many warblers haven’t arrived yet and neither has the bee eater. Some storks have become resident on church towers around here but others have returned from an African sojourn. I have seen some different buntings. Cirl and Rock bunting and Wheatear but all elude my attempts to photo them! Yet!

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55 thoughts on “A poem for the birds at Navasola.”

  1. lovely poem. My favourite bird around here is the bee eater, apart from the birds of prey. But if I could come back as a bird I always said I’d like to be a sea gull, because they can go anywhere at all in the world, and glide so easily – and they can eat leftover hamburgers…

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    1. Yes, those gulls seem to thrive on our rubbish.,the grand hotel in Scarborough was adorned with kittiwakes and other gulls. Maybe you have read the book Jonathan Livingston Seagull breaking the boundaries of flight.

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  2. You don’t need any photos with this. Photos would only take away from your beautiful words. I so enjoyed all the different birds and traits and lives….I enjoy birding and do it all the year. But to be a lark and sing and sing and sing….perfection!

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  3. The original poem – that I mentioned in my prompt – actually says almost the same idea, if the poet couldn’t return as human he would probably be a bird, just for the sake of coming back. Wonderfully done. I am glad you joined.

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  4. Very strange. I was 100% sure I left a comment on your poem here, but now when I look through comments I don’t see it. I had said something like I enjoyed reading your poem with all of the discussion of various birds one could become and then settling on the lark, a beautiful songbird. Anyway you wrote this beautifully!

    I also wanted to comment on your comment on my “The Beat Goes On.” Yes, I realize that I used only the “he” form and did not refer to the “she.” I thought about that when I wrote the poem, but there was no way to use the ‘she’ and have it be poetic. “They” would not have worked. “He and she” would not have worked.” “One” would not have worked. I did struggle, but left it then at ‘he.’

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    1. Thanks for your comments. I agree it is difficult to be poetic when changing a pronoun to they! He is fine really I just thought how it might work with she. Or perhaps that’s another poem. I followed up Mark Strand and there are some really interesting poems there. Thanks for the link.

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  5. This poem, for me, is a delight! I love all birds and it was such a joy to see the characteristics of each bird and your reasons. As I was reading I kept thinking about what a wonderful children’s book this poem would make!! Lovely to meet you! 🙂

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  6. Hi 🙂
    I had fun reading your poem. 🙂 I like your choice. I have a special place in my heart for the song birds. I am looking forward to hearing them in the mornings again in a little while. I hadn’t seen a lark before so I looked them up and had a listen. Pretty song. They remind me of the Meadowlarks. I hear them spring and summer. They like to sit on the top of whatever is available: trees, power cables, and light posts, and sing and sing and sing. Happy bird watching and writing to you!

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    1. Thanks for reading and sharing your love of larks.They used to frequent a park which had once been a farm on the outskirts of London near where I worked. We could take our city kids to see them . So Pelicans and larks in parks in London! But the Pelicans belong to the Queen so have a royal duty but the larks come out of habit.

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