Sunday, January 27, 2013

titmouse


photo by PSC




titmouse

 

Whoever named you, little one,

knew you not at all.

Why else would they bequeath you

a name so far beneath you?

 

Tiny in appearance, perhaps,

inconspicuous, unobtrusive,

but, truly, there are few

who could be as fierce as you.

 

Tenacious, curious, courageous, you

are smarter than any starling,

  sentinel as a crow may be,

out-braving any chickadee.

 

Wily, dexterous, deceptive, you are  

no doubt a super-hero  

(who’s itty bitty size

is a most discrete disguise.)

 

 


written for Poetic Bloomings Sunday Prompt:  Gone to the BIRDS


 


 

 

 


8 comments:

  1. LOVE these little guys! Great poem and photo, PSC!

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    1. Awww thanks, Marie! I love 'em too! They're so darn cute! :-)

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  2. great poem and a photo to praise and praise - love both

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    1. Thanks so much! So glad you stopped by & enjoyed!

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  3. Excellent again, Pamela, truly!!

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    1. And thanks again, Hannah, truly! :-) Always enjoy your company!

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  4. Pam, a perfect shot of the attitude! Both this and the hawk poem really capture the scene and sentiment :-) I had to take down my feeders because of a flock of Muscovy ducks-love them in my pond, but not my patio-if you know what I mean....Thank you so much for the visit. Wonderful sharing bird love with you :-)

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  5. Ahhh, thanks, Sara! So glad you stopped by. I understand perfectly about those ducks... hope they wander back down to the pond and stay there. Really enjoyed your "Bird Brain" poem too! :-)

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