Whack, Wallop, Whack!

The Thrush
for the moment
without a song,
walked the path
with a purpose
she had all along.

She meant
to crack that snail
so hard to crack;
who would’ve thought
all she should do
was give it a whack.

Whack, wallop, whack!
Whack, wallop, whack!
Such strength to pretend;
Whack, wallop, whack!
Stand back, stand back!
Have a go again!

The thrush
for the moment
found a new song,
flying off with
a meal she knew
she had all along.

Copyright by DM Denton 2014

An old one with a new title!

 

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Simply a Memory

I think of you in song.

Also, in stillness, when
you were alone with your thoughts that
may or may not have been of me; when
you gazed into my heart as you looked elsewhere; when
the music wasn’t yours but was
your friend.

You stood beside the pavilion
striking a pose that set you apart until
you made a space for me in your smile.
What more is there to think of than that?

 

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

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Little Bird Lost

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

O, singing bird—

why did you fly away

just when I was

enjoying

the color

in your feathers

as well as

your song?

 

 

 

 

If I could lure my singing bird
From his own cozy nest
If I could catch my singing bird
I would warm him on my breast
For there’s none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you.

Irish Traditional Song

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Another Repost: Song of the Thrush

Another repost from last summer’s Nature Insight series. 

The Thrush
for the moment
without a song,
walked the path
with a purpose
she had all along.

She meant
to crack that snail
so hard to crack;
who would’ve thought
all she should do
was give it a whack.

Whack, wallop, whack!
Whack, wallop, whack!
Such strength to pretend;
Whack, wallop, whack!
Stand back, stand back!
Have a go again!

The thrush
for the moment
found a new song,
flying off with
a meal she knew
she had all along.

                                 

Copyright by DM Denton 2011

                                                                                 

(Author’s note: Just had a little fun writing this inspired by long ago scribbled words.)

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Nature Insight: Song of the Thrush

The Thrush
for the moment
without a song,
walked the path
with a purpose
she had all along.

She meant
to crack that snail
so hard to crack.
Who would’ve thought
all she should do
was give it a whack.

Whack, wallop, whack!
Whack, wallop, whack!
Such strength to pretend.
Whack, wallop, whack!
Stand back, stand back!
Have a go again!

The thrush
for the moment
found a new song,
flying off with
a meal she knew
she had all along.

                                                                                                                  

(Author’s note: Just had a little fun writing this inspired by long ago scribbled words.)

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