Hark—nightingales sing songs of dawning spring. The flitting bluejays banter in the trees. A sparrow greets a dove, and both take wing, While robins fight with cardinals. The breeze Bears on its unseen currents feathered tribes: The nutfinch mothers feed their new-hatched flocks. Now crows appear: dark jesters squawking jibes; The swooping blackbirds protest preying hawks . . .
Strangely, some younger birds attempt to moult Confused in youthful avian revolt, And cast off gender; ***** attempt to nest. Chickadees chirp, proclaiming they are cats And other fowl identify as bats. (Their madness serves to entertain the rest.)
PROMPT #23 Birdsong is all around us – even in cities, there are sparrows chirping, starlings making a racket. And it’s hardly surprising that birdsong has inspired poets. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that focuses on birdsong.