Day 19 of the 28 Days of Unreason brings a return of Silly Jilly, my childish alter ego. Humor her; she gets cranky when she’s told to grow up and act her age. I’m just guessing she wanted to break from poetic tradition about using birds for metaphors and symbolic crap like that. Views expressed here are not necessarily those of the author. Songs of Unreason yields a beautiful quote for today:
“The birds are a chorus…clearly relatives of Mozart” ~ Jim Harrison
CACOPHONY OF BIRDS
Albatross
pigeon
moorhen
and loon
they sync ‘neath my window
from sunrise ‘til noon
the booby
the cowbird
great heron
and goose
put up such a racket
like a bellowing moose
the shrike and the snipe
I’d most like to strike
with a silencing muzzle
my nerves are a fuzzle!
the starlings most startling
the grackles a ’cackle
the raven shows up
with a tool belt and spackle
(to fix and repair a bust standing there)
oh, where can I go
I need a good sleeper
but when I lie down
along comes a creeper
at last downs the sun
at evening they rest
but alas that screech owl
busts his buttons and vest
On Mozart and Handel
Now Beethoven and Bach
fly away, fly away
put thy beaks in a sock!
© Jilly’s Poetry & Photos All Rights Reserved
Great fun, Jilly! Laughed right out loud!
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Thanks, me, too! I went through my Peterson’s Field Guide and pulled out bird names that struck me as fun words.
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Hahaha, yes, stick their damn beaks in a sock. Particularly the ones who feel they have to let it rip before dawn!
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We have a hawk family, whiners all, who fly over and belly-ache at some ungodly hour.
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Love this, and funny as it sounds, it’s refreshing to see a traditional rhyming poem, although non-rhyming poems are of course often amazing 😁
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Thanks! I have a weakness for meter and rhyme, too. Grew up on nursery rhymes and they still flow in my veins,
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Ahahaha! Hilarity on every line! I love the bust-repairing raven, of course, and my favorite image has to be the owl busting the buttons on it’s vest. How perfectly animated!
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Thanks! Pure silliness and great fun. Glad you saw them boids in the woids. 😉
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Ye Olde Shortlink:
http://wp.me/p8GM4F-w0
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It was all worth that last stanza!
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Then I’m glad you didn’t leave at the 7th inning stretch 🙂
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Oh my, Jilly! You are definitely the tongue in cheek champion! This is one of those poems that deserve to be memorized and recited on a holiday. Now we just need an appropriate holiday…. Wonderful!
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Hmm – Thanksgiving involves a bird.
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There you go! Right before carving the bird.
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Nice sound! I want to hear more from Silly Jilly.
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Oh, don’t encourage her! She’s a trouble-maker. 😉
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I liked your choice of inspiration and your verse, bursting with joie de vivre! Mine came out rather grimmer…
https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2017/08/05/cassandra/
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For some reason birds bring out the child in me; actually, that’s not hard to do since she lives close to the surface anyway. 😉 I really enjoyed reading Cassandra!
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I love birds. They’re noisy but they have their mystical moments, always doing stuff and letting the world know about it.
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