Three bird four-liners, one bird three-liner and one bird two-liner – by Glenn Hubbard


No point looking for a bee-eater when you hear one.
They throw their voices or just move too fast. I dunno.
Your best bet is to look where the sound didn’t come from.
Or you could give up. Look at something else. A heron, maybe. You know.

Magpies would make you sick.
Nice colours it’s true.
But when they hop and then pounce on a helpless chick,
you tend not to focus on the iridescent blue.

The corn bunting can drive you crackers
with that song like jangling keys.
It’s not just those of a nervous disposition that go bonkers.
I’ve seen bird-besotted ornithologists brought to their knees.

What is it about a pigeon that turns a Jekyll into a Hyde?
I think it’s the way it moves its head.
Like it’s spent many years carrying a hod.

Has anyone ever seen a long-tailed tit having a breather?
Me neither.





Glenn Hubbard lives in Madrid. He is fluent in Spanish, but poetic only in English, especially about birds. He has been reading poetry for many years but only started writing in 2012. His poetry has appeared in The Bow-Wow Shop and will appear in The High Window and Carillon later in 2017

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