Category: Birds

In spite of houses, feeders, bath ,
We almost never roped in any;
But birds have worn an aerial path
To our bright new TV antenna.
And not just grown birds come to view–
The baby- sitters like it too!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 8, 1951

(Poem not found)

by Ray Romine Wednesday, December 30, 1953

Watch him cut a crimson gash
Through the summer with his dash.
Bird habits are sometimes surprising:
The cardinal’s is advertising!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, December 9, 1952

To watch the flicker’s whistling flight,
That bright tail-patch exposed to view,
Is to speculate why other birds
Aren’t equipped with turn-lights too!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 2, 1954

The kingfisher sits on a sycamore limb
And lets the sunshine smother him.
He stretches. Obviously, he is wishing
He could vacation too. From all that fishing.

by Ray Romine Monday, February 15, 1954

Loathe to leave what he’s begun,
He is the systematic one.
But in his search, absorbed, intent,
His gourmand side is evident.
Could insects talk, be sure they’d say
That woodpeckers are here to stay!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 2, 1954

Villainy beyond belief
Glistens from each blue-black curve;
And though we label him a thief,
It’s easy to admire his nerve.

For, if some man stole my domain
For him to waste and put to sack,
Sprout by sprout and grain by grain,
Admittedly I’d steal it back!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 2, 1954

Say of the sparrow what you will,
He sits upon my Window sill,
Brown, self-assured small renegade:
The perfect beggar unafraid!

by Ray Romine Saturday, December 20, 1952

He likes our insects! Let him sup,
While I decide which end is up.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, December 30, 1953

A Bluejay at the feeder-tray
Chases other birds away;
And yet he is so very gay,
I think I like him anyway!

by Ray Romine Monday, September 8, 1952