Morning Birds

Morning Birds
Morning Birds

Birds alive in paradise…


The parrots feast on figs atop my tree,
and I gaze the vast blue vista, deep.
They squawk and play and flutter frenzied,
their feeding a delight, an enchantment seen.

Sparrows two score swoop on mass,
within those hanging vines, so dense,
pecking away at blushing fruit,
sweet nectar bunches like chandeliers.

Blackbirds upon the morning grasses,
caressed by dew and secrets blessed,
worms and bugs caught unawares, in the new sunlight,
bobbing heads so busy, relentless.

Pigeons and doves cooing, their morning cries respectful,
calling to one another across the humble thresholds,
their blue-grey heads like Japanese bowing,
alternate, ceaseless, like oil heads pumping.

Upon the fence in rows of multi-grays,
basking in the morning fine, a lilting breeze,
the cacophony congregates,
until a lonely cry above, a hawk on high,
and all my friends are gone.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

4 thoughts on “Morning Birds

  • July 21, 2017 at 6:52 AM

    What a wonderful display of feathered friends in many colors stretching to morning light, feasting on their fill of tasty morsels pecked from life’s offerings on ground and above. This is when one says, there is a God bringing a smile to our faces as we take in the feast before us of life in full bloom. Ah to be a bird in flight, the wings expanse of heavens glory. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to fly above the confines of earth and soar like an eagle over hill and dale. Enjoy your feat outside your window sir, for not many of us get to see such an enchantment of heavens blessings extending like a carpet before us.

    • July 21, 2017 at 5:12 PM

      I do so appreciate the wildlife around me and just sit in awe of their variety and freedom. Cheers!

  • July 21, 2017 at 7:04 AM

    I can relate to the beautiful scene you describe in this poem, Tony. Whe we lived on our 40 acre property we had King Parrots and Redwings feeding outside our window, magpies, peewees, butcher birds and Kurrajongs on the back porch after the cat food. Kookaburras and apostle birds calling a warning when ever a goanna or snake was around. Willy wagtails ever present in the garden or teasing the cats playfully. Now we are in town, I have bearely seen a birds save an odd sparrow or crow. I miss them. Lovely poem.

  • July 21, 2017 at 5:14 PM

    Glad you enjoyed it John, yes I wake to the sound of Kurrajongs each day and because we have figs and other fruit trees, watch all the birds chatter and feed. Wonderful.


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