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Wednesday, April 14, 2021

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Striking chords slice grey dawn

Night falls back, with morning exposed

Pandemic day awakened bows to a yawn

Prayer thoughts stain the swiping blade

Feathered heralds slice grey dawn

Time duly apportioned to historical eras

Ponder the goal sky! grey to azure sworn

For whistles and songs choir your task

This is the dance of daybreak drawn

By a master swordsman besting his game

Kiskadee and Mockingbird slice grey dawn

NOTE
How to construct The Fold Poem HERE
and HERE

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Weekly Scribblings #65: Bird is the Word

REVISIT
14 April 2018
14 April 2015
bird flown

This post is edited to link to Dverse google meet

Open Link #290 – LIVE Edition

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

EARLY BIRDS - FOLD
Day Clean and Kiskadee,
They say are the worm catchers
Of the fattest kind you see,
They sing dawn's clearing,
These two; Day Clean and Kiskadee,
Here in Trinidad and Tobago;
Pigeons stir early, but as for me,
Song of kis kis ka dee, i listen for;
Grackles too charge their strange fee
To chorus of morning's awakenings,
Adding songs to Day Clean and Kiskadee.
© gillena cox 2020

NOTE: Day Clean The Tropical Mockingbird (Mimus gilvus)

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Weekly Scribblings #10: Early Bird or Night Owl?

Thursday, August 30, 2018

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KISKADEE © gillena cox 2018
Kis ka dee, kis ka dee, her bright yellow underbelly
strikes sunlight into the dullest morning.
She calls again kis ka dee, kis ka dee,
What is she saying, she is singing her name.

After cock a doodle doo
Clouds loose their grey hue
Brightening under an azure blue
Kis ka dee, kis ka dee she is singing her name.
KISKADEE © gillena cox 2018

Listen to the Kiskadee at Asa Wright Center in Trinidad

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Meet the bar with Onomatopoeia
Prompted by Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

Revisit
30 August 2017
kiskadee 2017
30 August 2016

Monday, July 18, 2016

Monday WRites 66

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A PECKING AT MY WINDOW PANE
A bird fluttered by my window pane
I swear confusion was his game
His beak poor he banged
Whilst no song he sang
And then in frustration was off again
A PECKING AT MY WINDOW PANE © gillena cox 2016

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Wednesday, May 11, 2016

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one feather a 2009 haiga

SOUNDING TIME
Every sound, universal in language;
Harmony of heartbeats, weathered
In time's eternal reality, wrought
Of hammer and anvil, carved
Rock, crafted stone;

Every sound, universal, a language;
Answers to river, flowing around
Hope, in path of time journeying,
Where destiny takes to flight,
Twittering birds

Every sound, universal in language;
Sketching hues, golden in sunsets;
Silver clouds, for morning dawns
Magnificent, in feathered callings;
Melody, for colour.
SOUNDING TIME © gillena cox 2016

Written for Sumana's
mid week motif ~ birds

Monday, March 14, 2016

Monday WRites 52

[a google dot com image]

MORNING SONG
Where one bird who sang so sweet
Hopped to wall a-tweet tweet tweet
Felled fresh dew
As daylight drew
Silvery of clouds in night's retreat
MORNING SONG © gillena cox 2016

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Welcome to Monday WRites #52, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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