Four Poems Owen Rubin
To the Blue Jay
Resting upon a branch Its beak slightly ajar Does it know that its cries Confuse the other birds?
Does it know of its Mischievous acts?
To the Owl
The timekeeper of the night Its feathers subtly bristled By the calming night breeze A hoot escapes its rounded beak Followed by another And another still
It hoots in warning: Stay back, it cries Stay back
To the Crows
It prepares its voice for the morning squawk Knowing the dogs in the area will be set off Like car alarms
To the Woodpecker
Banging its aptly sharp beak with great precision Its rapid strikes cause the bark to fall
Making its home where it wants For it controls the current of its life
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