Whistle if you need me

The day was Sunny and I had a funny feeling as 

I was perched upon a branch of a Sycamore tree... 

I myself was an olive green with feathers just preened. 

as the fella started to sing, "Whistle if you need me"... 

It wasn't long before we had gathered enough Thistle to 

line our Nest of sky blue eggs waiting to burst open to Life...   

My partner was a bright Canary Gold with a trill that soothes 

the fledglings with their Beeks open wide ready to devour seeds 

and the like as if they were getting prepared for First Flight.  

Near-by in a Hammock of bright Red stripes was a Mistress 

in distress who just wanted to rest as the fledglings grew in their nest.  

The American Gold Finch will eventually rest on Coneflowers... 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I call it a symphony of birds when I work in the yard trimming and listening to our great feathery friends. You are soaring in poetry as they soar high on branches. You are celebrating how to enjoy all God offers us through nature. Long live Patricia Wedel.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami... you are very caring and kind with a heart like a bouquet of flowers. We are so blessed during this Pandemic to have the beauty of Nature and the songs of Birds.
Perhaps there will be “Healing” as time goes by and we will find a Rainbow 🌈 after each Storm. Best wishes for your health and safety. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So true and well said. You are a blessing to all. Thank you so much for all.

[Neville]

................... wot a delight ... I shall tweet all night ............. N :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville... you always seem to understand Nature
and speak the language of the wild and free. truly, Pat

[Neville]

... how bloomin kind Pat .. always my pleasure, treasure :)

[Dave Brown]

I am quite jealous
Those are beautiful looking feather friends.
The birds down your way appear to be much more colorful than ours.
Up here, an occasion canary flies by, grosbeaks come to nest and that is about it for bright color.
Although our little blackcap babies are popping out of their eggs and I was considering zipping over with some fluorescent pink spray paint, but my wife took away my Mastercard!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dave... our Country has many Birds that are Native to their own Regions. Some of the Birds do fly south in the Winter and north in the Summer. I am fascinated with their colors and also they seem to be very gregarious with their own kind. They are often my favorite Dress Designer and I often flutter with feathery feelings. Thanks for stopping by. gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

A nice allegory...about our dear feathered friends... could be just like humans meeting, having a tryst, then times passes and babies come along; Oh, but the mistress is always around. Your imagery here is so colorful, it's like an abstract painting. You really know your birds Pat, I'm jealous. Lovely poem.
Best to you!
B.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... I believe that Birds are very thoughtful creatures and they sense a responsibility to care for their fledglings. I love to be a Humanitarian to our feathered friends. They are so humble and appreciative. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am allegorically inclined when reading this piece....yes, we find that mate, we have kids...
they fly from the nest...and then we get to do our own flying.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... perhaps we do prepare our fledglings to fly and begin their own life. Gliding from tree to tree as we age Gracefully. We live in a Bird Sanctuary. We learn to survive and find shelter.
I always find your Spirituality to be comforting.
truly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

I do love how you bring our feathered friends in to your poetry Pat. Such a peaceful scene and yet a reminder too that where there can be peace and happiness there can also be the opposite. Your poems always touch me. Whistle if you need me is an inviting title for troubled minds that are unsure who to turn to. Have sweet and peaceful thoughts always.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... you are very intuitive and perspective...
Did you notice the Photo of the male and female Goldfinch. Although I speak for the female Goldfinch... I also fancy myself the Mistress in the red and white striped Hammock... enjoying the Nest of fledglings preparing for First Flight. Chris, you are a blessing to everyone, and Your Wings shelter us from storms that suddenly appear. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

You are full of kindness. The cream of it. Yes I noticed the goldfinches. How far apart they are.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... lovely to see both the male and female protect their Nest. Perhaps the Mistress in the red and white Hammock constructed a Perch that went through the trunk of the tree... a very unusual place for a Nest to be.... where the "light" shines through.
gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Summertime is resting in a Hammock under a
Sycamore tree... where fledglings are bursting forth
for their First Flight. gently, the Author, Pat