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The Woodpecker

The Woodpecker by Elizabeth Madox Roberts
The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole
And made him a house in the telephone pole.

One day when I watched he poked out his head,
And he had on a hood and a collar of red.

When the streams of rain pour out of the sky,
And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by,

And the big, big wheels of thunder roll,
He can snuggle back in the telephone pole.
A Bird Came Down the Walk

A Bird Came Down the Walk

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.

Emily Dickinson. "A Bird Came Down The Walk." 

A Minor Bird by Robert Frost

A Minor Bird Poem by Robert Frost

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

Robert Frost. "A Minor Bird." 

Autumn Crows by Kimiko Hahn

Autumn Crows by Kimiko Hahn

Autumn Crows by Kimiko Hahn

My favorite months reside in autumn
when the sunset is riddled with crows—
and my wishes swerve to fly
into the purples and pinks to
spot then devour
the heart of that ex-lover, hardly human.

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