My Poems

Cacophony {a #poem}

The chickadees are arguing
using their mad voices
to fight over the millet
and sunflowers–
Here’s a sweet ‘chirp’, there’s 
   an insistent, “cuh, cuh, cuh”
and another voice–“chick-a-dee, dee, dee.”

It’s a Bird Boardroom Brawl,
voices of different timbres and tempo
arguing about what’s on the menu.
They sound as if they’re starving, 
staking out their claim to dinner
like it’s their last meal.

Then zoom! they’re off
to another branch,
a new hiding place
as evening winds down,
and I wonder
did their mother send them
all to bed without supper 
because they wouldn’t stop fighting?

Ahhhh, they may never 
get that millet meal until morning
after all.
~~~~~
Photo: (very small) chickadee on the horizontal piece of wood

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10 Comments

  • Anonymous

    You've made me want to get a bird feeder!

  • Beth Winter

    Very clever 🙂 I read your poem out loud and smiled as I expressed the chickadee dialogue.

  • Jody Lee Collins

    Yes, I think all the moms God made–people or animal–are wired the same :-)Thanks for reading, Bri.

  • Anonymous

    I like the last stanza, and its alliteration, especially.

  • Mary

    It is really so interesting to try to figure out what is going on in the mind of birds, isn't it? They are always so busy though, so they probably don't spend a lot of time thinking. Smiles.

  • Brian Miller

    ha. perhaps the mother did…and perhaps all mother are the same…as the kids…across species…ha its fun to watch them though

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