Poems About the Birds I Have Seen

High in a palm tree a very noisy bird
Carried on warbling to point of absurd
The incessant song was necessarily heard
Til the wind roared and air bestirred
Yet, from his music, he wasn't deterred
That chirping, raucous, noisy bird

Oh robin, light upon the golden bough
Where do you fly when winter winds arrive?
Comfort, I embrace; that you know somehow
As you wait out the worm through its connive

There, you flit soundless to a different limb
Another of your kind alights beside
Diffused autumn light is waning and dim
But you need not the sun for slumber's guide

Eyelids, heavy, will soon shutter your world
Safe you both are, precarious and high
An avian dreamscape to be unfurled
Do you play in the sky there? Do you fly?

Oh gentle robin, in the morn you'll wake
When snow comes you'll leave and naught will you take

Canary in a gilded cage
Is fed by mistress in the morn
And cat who looks upon with rage
Is chastised; treated oft with scorn

Into the mines canaries went
To warn the miners of bad air
And if to death the bird was sent
Saved lives of men made men not care

These yellow birdies singing sweet
Are perfect pets with little fuss
Their tune is heard as dawn he greets
Just feather fluff is all the muss

Fred, Fred the silly head
A cockatiel we once had
Picked the fuzz from Peter's ear
Just the way to treat his "dad"

Two ducks floating in a run-off ditch
A male and a female; wedded
With family they would soon be rich
Their egg nest surely bedded

Geese aloft in graceful V
Travel together mile on mile
Sometimes over fresh picked barely
Before they land near fence's stile

Seeds for the birds
To make their turds
Would else go to weeds
That we don't need

I saw a female duck and a drake goose
With four ducklings in their wake
A new blended family on the loose
Nature's doing odd things on the Lake