Tuesday, July 10, 2012

I am a junco

I am a junco,
with my gray cowl
overlaying my white

I am a junco:
I mate in pairs but
I forage in flocks,
in safety.

I am a junco,
but my flock is
not democracy
but theocracy.

We are priests,
our gray cowls
overlaying our white

This poem is submitted for TweetSpeak Poetry’s community prompt, where we take the Every Day Poem distributed on Monday and pull words, ideas or images from it to create a new poem.

It is also submitted for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.


Anonymous said...

it is a cute and round little bird.

Brian Miller said...

nice...with a little white collar his priestly garb would be perfect...smiles...we mate in pairs and hunt in packs...well true that...smile.

Gemma Wiseman said...

The hunter gatherer of our modern society has a mirror in the feathered world! Love the allusions in this!

Imperfectly_Leah_Too said...

Cute bird, and congratulations on your new book. liked my read at your spot.

diana said...

Love this. Love juncos, too, though ours area all grey - not quite so interesting.

Duane Scott said...

Juncos are real, then… Hmmm.. Love this!

ayala said...

Lovely poem, love it.

Anonymous said...

ah, the words...so chosen. very beautiful. thoughtful too.