My Tiny Feathered Friend

Christine Ramsay on Sep 14, 2010

Tags: birds, flying, migration

Just something I came up with while watching the birds in the garden.

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A tiny bird sat on my sill,

Its eyes darting here and there.

It opened its beak and sang a song

So beautifully and with such flair,

As if to tell of its long journey

From warm lands far away,

And as his song ended he looked at me,

A look which seemed to say

That he needed food and a nice warm nest

To lay his weary head.

I held out my finger and he hopped aboard

So trusting that he would be fed.

And once his hunger had been appeased

He flew reluctantly into the night.

But the next day he was back again

And my heart was filled with delight.

Christine Ramsay 14.9.10

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PSingh1990 on Sep 14, 2010
Nice Share.
Mr Ghaz on Sep 14, 2010
nice poem as always. loved it. Thanks Christine
Starpisces on Sep 14, 2010
lovely poem, I love it. By the way, something strange happening to me, most of the time when I see a bird on the ground, I go near, it don’t fly away, just stay put, or sometimes just walked away a few steps, I guess I don’t look threatening to them.
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Sharif Ishnin on Sep 14, 2010
Lovely post.Adorable new addition to the family Christine.^_^
CHAN LEE PENG on Sep 14, 2010
I love the bird and your poem as well. So cute!
Goodselfme on Sep 14, 2010
A most beautiful piece.Thank you.
Jimmy Shilaho on Sep 14, 2010
Very beautifully written. I love your lines.
jimbob1 on Sep 14, 2010
CR…this is such a beautiful little poem…I was transported to your garden and watched this whole thing transpire…magical moment…of course it got my vote…Thank you…

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Baijayanti Pradhan on Sep 14, 2010
Lovely…
Ruby Hawk on Sep 14, 2010
Christine, we don’t see birds at our place often but outside my son’s window the birds are so beautiful. I could sit and watch them all day.
Atanacio on Sep 14, 2010
very well done
BRENDAKSHELTON on Sep 14, 2010
Well written.
Tulan on Sep 14, 2010
Birds are my favorite wildings.
giftarist on Sep 14, 2010
So beautiful.
Eunice Tan on Sep 14, 2010
Beautiful tiny bird
Lady Sunshine on Sep 15, 2010
Such a cute piece. I love birdwatching. I get so utterly charmed.
V rank on Sep 15, 2010
lovely creature… lovely poem…
PR Mace on Sep 15, 2010
I love to watch the birds and now the butterflies from my window or patio. Such lovely verses.
Poetic Enigma on Sep 15, 2010
This is a very nice and lovely poem. So wonderfully composed. Thank you for sharing xx
CA Johnson on Sep 15, 2010
That is amazing how you were able to create such a beautiful poem by just gazing at a bird.
Francois Hagnere on Sep 16, 2010
This is so adorable. I love birds and watch them in my garden. Soon, our lovely companions will need us again with the Winter.
Thank you Christine for sharing this wonderful moment.
zulfiqarali5 on Sep 17, 2010
nice share thanks grt also check my articles too thanks
J M Lennox on Sep 18, 2010
“Your heart was filled with delight” – well, you made my heart full with delight too. Lovely poem. Thank you.
Melody SJAL on Sep 19, 2010
Your poems are always delightful, Christine.
yes me on Sep 19, 2010
Sorry missed this one, such a treat lovely reminds me of my Robin. liked it very much Christine cheers.
zoeyclark on Sep 21, 2010
Love birds, especially tiny ones. I tried keeping them as pets, but they are inclined to run away, so I just make cute faces at the window sill occupants now;)

Great poem:)
zoeyclark on Sep 21, 2010
Love birds, especially tiny ones.I tried keeping them as pets, but they are inclined to run away,so I just make cute faces at the window sill occupants now;)

Great poem.
T. S. Lewis on Sep 24, 2010
Very touching. The birds return and your delight brought a smile to my face. I am captivate by birds activity in my own backyard. The woodpeckers, blue jays and hawks are reveal the grace in nature.
mark ramsay on Sep 30, 2010
A very cute poem
Jerry Bradford aka Jerry Atrixx on Oct 12, 2010
I have pet birds and have for many years. All manner of birds. Currently I have simply but sweet Finches named peanut butter and jelly. Peanut butter dies recently and I am debating buying a replacement for Jelly.

Birds can and have died of loneliness or mourning. It happened to other birds I have had before.

Good article !
Adrn0919 on Oct 15, 2010
You write such wonderful poetry. This poem is lovely. Thank you for sharing.
Jacques Berkeley on Dec 6, 2011
Excellent!

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