Post by anirbas on Apr 18, 2007 21:06:02 GMT -6
tenderly, she pecks at his face
exchanges sweet beak kisses
with him before he once more
takes to the air to search
for wormified fodder,
for their pair of nestlings.
she watches him leave,
then without reprieve
scoops up the fat grub
he left her, just for herself.
~*~
rain drizzles from skies of platinum
the don juan bleeds profuse blooms
of wet vermillion and there wrapped
in the twined canes the cardinal mother
stoically sets her nest, keeping her babies
nice and warm, beneath her little body
her wings spread, ever so slightly
to provide a broader umbrella
for the bald pated nestlings,
under her body, prudently hiding.
stray raindrops beading
her brown feathers
and red tipped wings
glittering like ovoidic diamonds
in the wan lucidity of the liquidic light
~*~
regal in his cardinal red feathers
he sits at the edge of the nest
going about a most unregal activity...
poking fat green worms he's stowed
in the nest from the surrounding fields,
down the yawning maws of the ugliest
babies in the world I've ever seen...
no bigger than my thumb, strangely
dumb looking...like overdrawn trolls...
naked save for patches of dark fluff...
but, papa cardinal seems quite smitten
with them, dutifully stuffing dinner
into the ever open beaks
of first one and then
the other...
~*~
avianic moments...
seen through a sanctuary
window looking outwards
into a microcosmic universe
of the macrocosmic cosmos...
I feel and think very small
peering out my window curtain...
so as not to scare the cardinal family
into thinking a black hole is descending upon them
from a voidic space of the unseen heavens, in my person...
if one thinks very small and is very still, one is blessed
with avianic moments, ala Norman Rockwell...
~*~
she kissed him with her beak for bringing her a worm!
don't guys, wish human females were so easily impressed! LOL
Sabrina.
exchanges sweet beak kisses
with him before he once more
takes to the air to search
for wormified fodder,
for their pair of nestlings.
she watches him leave,
then without reprieve
scoops up the fat grub
he left her, just for herself.
~*~
rain drizzles from skies of platinum
the don juan bleeds profuse blooms
of wet vermillion and there wrapped
in the twined canes the cardinal mother
stoically sets her nest, keeping her babies
nice and warm, beneath her little body
her wings spread, ever so slightly
to provide a broader umbrella
for the bald pated nestlings,
under her body, prudently hiding.
stray raindrops beading
her brown feathers
and red tipped wings
glittering like ovoidic diamonds
in the wan lucidity of the liquidic light
~*~
regal in his cardinal red feathers
he sits at the edge of the nest
going about a most unregal activity...
poking fat green worms he's stowed
in the nest from the surrounding fields,
down the yawning maws of the ugliest
babies in the world I've ever seen...
no bigger than my thumb, strangely
dumb looking...like overdrawn trolls...
naked save for patches of dark fluff...
but, papa cardinal seems quite smitten
with them, dutifully stuffing dinner
into the ever open beaks
of first one and then
the other...
~*~
avianic moments...
seen through a sanctuary
window looking outwards
into a microcosmic universe
of the macrocosmic cosmos...
I feel and think very small
peering out my window curtain...
so as not to scare the cardinal family
into thinking a black hole is descending upon them
from a voidic space of the unseen heavens, in my person...
if one thinks very small and is very still, one is blessed
with avianic moments, ala Norman Rockwell...
~*~
she kissed him with her beak for bringing her a worm!
don't guys, wish human females were so easily impressed! LOL
Sabrina.
