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A cover of coots, water-nymphs tormenting a stilled silence.
A murder of crows, loudly whispering all that local gossip.
A peep of chickens, awaiting a magnificent new morning.
A dole of doves, hiding amongst honey pots lost up high.
A trip of dotterel, wearily gaze on wet withering leaves.
A charm of finches, in a cold darkening night sky shiver.
A gaggle of geese, emboldened watchdogs their territory patrol.
A kettle of hawks, roaming since ancient times armorial.
A siege of herons, Long necked elegant solitary birds stand.
A brood of hens, scratching grey mounds of cold ashes.
A cast of hawks, like weird ghosts haunting this world.
A party of jays, hording and stealing trinkets of gold.
An exaltation of larks, flitting in a thousand and one nights.
A deceit of lapwings, in oak trees hold twilight meetings.
A tidings of magpies, With sheen and green gloss tail.
A sord of mallards, green head and yellow bill ducks.
A watch of nightingales, sweetly Singing day and Night.
A parliament of owls, dusty from flour in an old mill house.
An ostentation of peacocks, an extravagant courting couple.
A covey of partridges, fearless in gorse bushes hidden.
A company of parrots, glistening like shiny fools gold.
A congregation of plovers, a voice ever so silver-tongued.
A colony of penguins, curiously strange slipping an sliding.
A nye of pheasants, flourishing invisibly in pine woods
A bevy of quail, fairy rings hiding them from us.
An unkindness of ravens, haunting those black cold nights.
A building of rooks, swallowing baby frogs like no tomorrow.
A wisp of snipe, Bleating together in wetland waters.
A muster of storks, graceful lanky marsh waders.
A murmuration of starlings, huddle together from a rain storm.
A host of sparrows, beautiful contemptuous uninterrupted flow.
A flight of swallows, those cosy mud hut houses build.
A spring of teal, silver grey flank and yellow tailed.
A pitying of turtledoves, a dainty evocative sounding purr.
A descent of woodpeckers, wallowing in wind blown flowers.
A fall of woodcocks, roaming through those straw fields.
Author's Notes:
Give Us This Day, Our Daily Birds.
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jambojersey
Hello From Jambojersey,
I am now a retired Chef.
Who since retiring Five Years ago has taken up writing poetry the challenge has been worth every minute of every Day.
Hello:
The word "Jambo" is commonly used in Swahili as hello to greet Foreigners.
The word "Jambo" in Jersey means a very Famous Silver-back Gorilla from the Jersey Zoo.
On the day he arrived he looked like "Charles Atlas" a magnificent six-pack to be proud off.
Made famous by protecting a young boy who fell into the gorilla compound at "Gerald Durrell's" Zoo Park.
Twenty years ago on 31st of August 1986.
Quality Of Life.
People who get on in this world, are those who believe they can do something and get a wonderful reward of achievement and great pleasure out of doing it.
With luck, ability, creative expectations, efforts, dreams of original dimensions, determination, rewarded with beautiful compensations for the achiever.
Accept only the very best choice of destiny life can throw at you.
" The best prophet of the future is the past."
Life is occasionally a self-fulfilling prophecy.
It takes a very special person to succeed.
Jambojersey.
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