a flurry of wings
birds cluster on full feeders
sensing wintry chills
busy beaks seek fare
feathered flocks gather, trembling,
need igniting greed
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A flurry of wings
As the temperature drops, the birds return to feed.
Reviews (3)
Katharine Folkes
9/16/2026
The Words That Got to Me
sensing wintry chills
Neat poem, Rachel. Expressive choice of words. And precious picture As we will be in the hundreds, today, "sensing winter chills" sounds heavenly!
edited 9/17/2026
Tim Margetts
9/17/2026
I could highlight virtually every line as a little gem that captures the vivid picture you paint. Even the form itself contributes to the flurry and chaos at the feeder. I hope your little friends get good and fat to see them through the cold months ahead.
9/16/2026
The Words That Got to Me
Igniting speed *a fun euphemism for "motivation."
You are very creative with your haiku(s?) Lesser poets force the 5-7-5 to fit. Yours are never like that. They flow, and they're always artistic. Very well done! Xo