Summer Tanager

An indulgent little bird, excellently posedPerched atop a dead tree branch, gazing at the marshAs a strange figure whispers, quietly belowHer camera poised in hand: “Please don’t fly away.” Prompted by Colleen’s #TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 329, 7/18/23 – Specific Form and I. J.’s Bird of the Week Invitation XXI.

Killdeer

She begs the predator moves along;For the protection of her young.Her mate often by her side;But he is searching for food.Gone! Will the hunt be successful?When he returns, her young shall beg for nourishment.Will it be too late? The predator approaches the ground-built nest,The killdeer has but one option, offering herself,She abandons the nest andContinue reading “Killdeer”