Least Read Poems About Birds

Birds speak a language old and true
Birds know what is what and who is who
Birds see you and what you do
Birds they know a thing or two

One morning I heard the sound of wings flapping.
And I found a fledgling in the garden.
It was a wild but friendly little bird.
Surprisingly, I caught it so easily.
And I named the fledgling Chirpy.
I didn’t know what kind of bird it was.
Chirpy was just learning how to fly.

I walked around with Chirpy for a while.
The fledgling wasn’t afraid of me.
I tried to put Chirpy back in the garden,
But the birdie didn’t want to go away.
It kept clinging to my right hand.
The next morning Chirpy was on the veranda.
And at the end...

There was once a god.
He could make big storms
and throw worlds into oblivion.

His wish was reality.
The Fire of the Depths
and the eye of the hurricane
were his as much as
the comets in the sky.


One day he did
his wrath falling
over the men
and the places
where they had been.


There was so much damage
that only a bird
and two snails remained.


The bird was aware
that he itself was not a god
and the snails would not joke
about something so absurd.

...

Chapter 1
Bird Bush

      Mel and Boyo were schoolmates who attended a primary school in the country. They were rude and mischievous boys. Moreover, they often played tricks on each other and they did the same to other people. Mel was ten years old and Boyo was eleven years old. Boyo wore a straw hat with wide brim when he was not in school. Both boys enjoyed catching birds and they made traps called callaban from narrow sticks and strong vines. In the mornings they would go to bird bush and set the traps and in the evenings they would go back to see if they catch any birds....