Bird Talk
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I love to hear the birds all sing their beautiful songs,
I used to sit and just listened to them for hours along.
This pastime started back when I was a very young boy,
Sitting under a shade tree during quiet time so coy.
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Bird Talk
When I was young, I learned to talk back to all the birds.
As I sat and listened to all their songs and their words.
I mimicked the sounds that I heard as they did sing,
And got quite good at sounding like them as a fling.
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i dearly loved sitting in the shade of that tree talking to the birds
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Now that I’m getting quite old, I have much more free time,
So I sit out on the back porch and write down my rhymes.
Many times I hear the birds sing and I listen once again,
Just like I did when I was just a young boy, way back then.
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The golden breasted Meadowlark was one of my favorite birds to talk to as a boy.
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I’ve started mimicking their whistles once more as I sit,
And they always talk back to me like with them I do fit.
They start far away and keep moving in closer to me,
Until finally, they’re in close enough for me to clearly see.
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Talking to the birds still gives the old man a thrill out on the porch.
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It gives me a thrill that they actually think I’m one of them,
Having a bird to bird conversation whistling with a grin.
They sometimes will stay close for quite a very long while,
As I whistle right back to them in their friendly bird style.
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My favorite whistle is the red Cardinal’s song so sweet.
“Wheeoo, wheeoo, wheeoo,. cheep cheep cheep, cheep.”
They come on in to find that red cousin making a fuss.
Perhaps, thinking i’ve found some seeds to share for us.
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Don’t call me in old man if you don’t have sunflower seeds for me..
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Then there’s the mocking bird who sings so many songs,
I copy his and he throws back a new one and I sing along.
The bird is quite creative and he makes our game so fun,
As we throw those unique songs back and forth on the run.
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That old dude’s original calls are almost as cool as mine.
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Red Shouldered Hawks are living in the neighborhood too.
I whistle “speeerow, speeerow” sounding so very true.
Soon two young Hawks come flying through so low down,
To find the other Hawk that’s making their shrill sound.
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One of our Red Shouldered Hawks sitting on the rail of our porch.
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The Hawks fly by so very fast at such a very low altitude.
It makes me think that they are not there looking for food,
But looking to see if another Hawk is hunting in their area.
They seemed annoyed acting almost in a state of hysteria.
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Don’t worry, it’s just an old man mimicking our call. Just fly on by.
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There’s a lot of Blue Jays around our neighbor all the time,
I squawk at them just to annoy them finishing my rhymes.
Although their squawking is no pleasure to my old ears,
They will squawk right back until they move in very near.
I wish that guy would knock off the racket.
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I still get a lot pleasure out of playing with the song birds,
So please be good to them and spread that same word,
To give this very wrinkled old man a little peace of mind.
That the song birds will be around until the end of my time.
Hey Blue Jay, lets humor the old man making all that racket and move in closer so he’ll think he called us in.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading Bird Talk,
Bill