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This website is dedicated to birders -- those who love birding -- and to all bird-watching enthusiasts everywhere. In these pages, we'll explore common birds such as the hummingbird and bluebird as well as more exotic birds such as the scarlet ibis.


Birding Poetry -- Poetry about Birds

(These poems about birds are wriiten and copyrighted by Jody Hildreth with whose kind permission they are reprinted here. Thanks, Jody, for your beautiful poems and for sharing them with the world.)


The Beauty of Birds
by Jody Hildreth

Each bird is carved into existence by God         
Each feather is hand painted by Him
From the royal blue of the Hyacinth Macaw
To the blinding yellow of the Goldfinch
From the emerald green of the Quetzal
To the deep blood-red of the Scarlet Tanager
Is it these colors
That make birds beautiful?
For even without color
A bird has beauty

Picture the setting
Its soft light consuming colors
Creating silhouettes
One silhouette takes form
It is snapped from a cliff
Yet it does not fall
The shape changes
Two wings stretch outward
They remain motionless
Slowly the bird rises
On invisible thermals
Slowly it grows smaller
Until it disappears into the painted clouds
What bird was it?
I saw no color
And still it was beautiful



The Female Hornbill
by Jody Hildreth

A peculiar bird
     With a large curved bill
          Enters a prison
               Of her own free will.
This prison is small.
     It is inside a tree.
          She enters alone
               Without ever a plea.
She seals herself in,
     But leaves a small crack
          Through which she is fed
               And protected from attack
She sits on her eggs
     For weeks all alone
          In her dark prison cell
               That she calls her home.
Four weeks go by.
     The nestlings appear.
          Their chirping is heard
               When father draws near.
He alone feeds them
     For up to three weeks.
          Then the young can escape
               With their hammering beaks.
The family united
     Is now free to roam
          Far from that prison
               They once called their home.


The Hummingbird
by Jody Hildreth

With hyper wings
In mid-air hung
To sip sweet nectar
With brush-tipped tongue.


 

The Ivory-billed Woodpecker
by Jody Hildreth

A woodpecker?
     Who cares?
          So it hammers on trees.
          I don't need it to live.
          What did it do to me?

A woodpecker!
     That's right!
          Once native to our land.
          Now may be extinct.
          We can't lend it a hand.

Other birds.
     Near extinct.
          What will your view now be?
          Is their life worth enough
          To help keep them in trees?

Other birds.
     Needing help.
          Their land taken away.
          Will they be here tomorrow?
          Is this their last day?



More articles and poetry of interest to birders and those who love bird-watching are added regularly.

Copyright 2004 © by Malika Harricharan
Malika Harricharan, MEH and Associates
Atlanta, Georgia, USA
malika@birdingclub.com