It is a miracle
how birds produce fluty trills
from their tiny lungs,
a swallow sings the blues
in fear of long migration ahead .
and a peacock screeches punk rock
from the highest branch –
his version of a lovesong for his shining hen.
A bizarre blend of musical vibrations.
I took liberties with the case of some of the words., and I had one or two left over. You’ll find more wordle poems here
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A symphony of trills and thrills.
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I love changing the words up…it’s fun that way…I can nearly hear that boisterous peacock!
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Fun to think of the peacock as a punk rocker 🙂
Thanks for your visit and kind words.
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Wonderful vibrations of bird song you did. The punk rock peacock got me most.
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Viv, I loved the peacock screeching punk rock! You’re right – everybody’s got their version of “the call,” and it’s amazing how many like-minded birds (and people) will answer! Thanks, Amy
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take as many liberties as you will, we love to read you.
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This is beautiful, Viv. “a swallow sings the blues and a peacock screeches punk rock” that is so right!
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oh i am hanging out with the punk rock peacocks…smiles…
its raining here today so the birds are a little quiet…apparently they dont sing
in the shower
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Nicely done, Viv. And (btw) you’re supposed to ‘take liberties’ with the words. That’s the whole point of having fun with them. 😀
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Lovely liberties Viv.
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