Bird's Eye View.
His preambles were always somewhat long
but once he got into the swing
of the thing
he burst into sweetest canary song.
Nothing was ever so creamily yellow
as this bird's feathersome
overcoat, fitted and
preened to a gloss that shone like sunglow.
His easy wing-mastered flight was perfection
singing extra lustily loud
in between
such times he looked for a mate
he found detention
grated, then calls became keener.
Showing his skill in uncanary-like
fashion he swung low
all the while hoping we would take note,
then using claws
to strike an undignified pose,
he hung,
wing-broken-style, upside down.
This clownish canary won both
our heart and a mate,
who fluttering
her wings to him one Spring day,
tried various
ways of bird seduction, but muttering
not a sound he mutely
stood unproductive.
Then hopping around, he just mounted
and mated,
fathered a brood, burst into
unabated song
while pecking at food
then he proudly blinked as he waited.
What an endearing tale. I love Canaries too.
Canaries have the sweetest song and are a delight to watch, my Granmother used to breed them. You have captured their ways in this write. Lovely to read.
i feel like cheering this is great
i like reading this one... it is wonderfully penned
How lovingly free life the birds live! You have captured a vital scene of bird's life indeed in your poem fine!
Such a marvellous study piece. I admire you so much for your observations and intimate attention to detail. Regards Steve
A very cute canary piece..a true bird's eye view Fay
Your final stanza finished the narrative with a rapid fire delivery which perfectly captured your canary's ultimate 'act'. All that preamble and palaver of preening, then plop - it's over. Delightful descriptions abound in this tender-hearted avian poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥