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Gotta Love Those Mad Muskies

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Sweet scent of honey wafts
on warm golden rays
familiar friendly demented orchestral tunes
what a beautiful way to start the day

Little glimpses of luminescent green
hidden leaf sized gems in the canopy
a struggle to be hardly seen
purple rabbi's cap over crimson splash, the only give away

Gentle metallic tinking trilling
each like a thimble down wooden stairs
draws another nutter to the gathering
secure group comfort, random buzz even more thrilling

"Look what I have found!"
precious drops of nectar framed by creamy flowers
iridescent green bullets streak towards
the target feast from all around

Like some carnival side show
screeching bobbing up and down, up and down
once again and turning to and fro
"This blossom's mine!" harshly proclaiming they sing

Bob and squawk and bob n shriek twice more
decibel contest of who can screech the loudest score
shrill bob, hang upside down, squawking heavy metal racket
like a noisy neighbour's riot, party in full swing

Amassed mad bobbing squawking cacophony
joined by another half a dozen pairs
each covets the others patch
aerial game of musical chairs

Hop over to pinch next doors treasure
the nectar is sweeter on the other side
thirsty glances envious searching stare
short fuse ready to snap, deranged red eyes glare wide

quintessentially gregarious such antics are hilarious
with unspoken understanding they're off like one
blurred collage of green high speed wings
headed for the sun

From under mauve cap, dash of fire engine red peeks
fleeting glimpse of underwing yellow, and safety orange beaks
wild red eyes and blindingly bright green wings
Vivid mad muskies, brilliant bling kings
visible not just for miles - but for weeks ....




Chosun :gh:

So I met this bloke with a didgeridoo and he was playing Dancing Queen on
it. I thought that's Aboriginal.
:t: not sure I'd make it more than half way through before collapsing .... (either through lack of oxygen or laughter!) :-O
 
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Chosun Juan,

I can't recall anyone ever writing a poem about Muskellunge here in North America where they are native fish. They must be thriving down under!

Bob

PS: This is also today's sign in.
 
Saw my first short eared owl yesterday - my reward after spending an hour tramping around a muddy reserve seeing virtually nothing at all
 
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