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Saturday, January 29

The Squabbling



As the sun sets
Behind the rainy clouds
I hear the charm

Embellishing singing
Of a happy blackbird

Brewers Blackbird ~ Courting Canvas Print by Beve Brown-Clark

I hear the chirp
I stand to listen

Can’t see them but
I hear the fluttering
The squabbling
And then the wrangling

Male against male
For a cherished hen.


19 comments:

Becki Jacket said...

I like it, simple but beautiful. :)

steven said...

maybe the males are comparing notes?! steven

Berit said...

Beautiful picture and words:)

steveroni said...

Must be a very worthy (Sweet) hen!

SY said...

as it is stupid for a women to fight over a man.. I love it when it's the other way around.. sue me

- Sy

Rebecca said...

I would love to know who won! :) Such a good little poem, Dulce!!

Brian Miller said...

i guess regardless of the species some things are universal...

Shadow said...

oh i like this... so simple, so natural...

SILVIA said...

Imagen y texto, forman un equipo perfecto...
Un abrazo!!!

steveroni said...

Dulce, thank you! For showing me and others that we CAN--midst all human problems and issues--stop and listen, and accept the peace and serenity which nature is freely offering us.

PEACE!

Matt D said...

"Male against male
For a cherished hen."

Yet again! :)

Laura said...

do you think this hen realizes her charm?

Tammie Lee said...

your words
let me hear them too
today I saw them....
thank you

lila Braga said...

it is kind of romantic...love this bit "male against male for a cherished hen"!

kelvin s.m. said...

..awesome... reading the firsts verses blew me away already... then down to the very last words feels really amazing... i enjoyed it... thank you!!!:)

Good day!!!:)

~Kelvin

joanna said...

so lovely, there is a lesson in there for the females...

joanny

aguja said...

A wonderful poem to lead us towards spring!

Nikki (Sarah) said...

The fight to win love....I'm' with Rebecca...I would like to know who won too. :) and if the hen was happy in the end with the winner...

Dulce...I love that your son loves the song on my blog...It tells me he's sensitive and caring like my oldest.

Toni M.M. said...

A short, but lovely piece. For me it was a trip down memory lane: a song from The Beatles.

"...Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise..."

Thanks, Sweety, for your words.
One ton and a half of kisses.
Toni