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Oh ‘blithe spirit’, you wing through space. In the far firmament you are just a speck to trace. As you steer your way through the clouds high, I see your floating shape against the sky Lowering your pinions down to alight the ground I hear your warbled words closer all around How your eyes spot the rain water puddle And come hopping to have a dip in the muddle On this sunny September afternoon You are going to have a cool bath soon You flap your wings in quick succession up and down Spattering little muddy showers from your gown You are so shy that you bathe with all clothing on That it takes time for you to feel dry and clean So once your bath is over, you perch on a tree Ruffling your feathers until they are moisture free After preening every little feather to dry Refreshed and enlivened, off you fly, Singing melodious tunes all your way And drowning the land with your sweet lay! --------- Valsa George
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Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 10:48 AM UTC
A Splash in the Puddle
Oh ‘blithe spirit’, you wing through space. In the far firmament you are just a speck to trace. As you steer your way through the clouds high, I see your floating shape against the sky Lowering your pinions down to alight the ground I hear your warbled words closer all around How your eyes spot the rain water puddle And come hopping to have a dip in the muddle On this sunny September afternoon You are going to have a cool bath soon You flap your wings in quick succession up and down Spattering little muddy showers from your gown You are so shy that you bathe with all clothing on That it takes time for you to feel dry and clean So once your bath is over, you perch on a tree Ruffling your feathers until they are moisture free After preening every little feather to dry Refreshed and enlivened, off you fly, Singing melodious tunes all your way And drowning the land with your sweet lay! --------- Valsa George
Sighting beautiful birds is one of great joy for me. There is an open field adjacent to my house. After the rain, there are puddles formed here and there and many birds come to dip themselves in the water. Through the open window I enjoy the regular sight of bird bath! (Written sometime ago)
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Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 10:48 AM UTC
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