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It is actually quite sore to type this evening, the weather has opened cuts on my knuckles and across the base of my right thumb.  I did a tricky manoeuvre with the buggy and they started bleeding in a few places.  Sigh.

I have been feeling sorry for the daffodils I keep seeing strewn about the place, and the crocuses have been looking limp and battered too.  Spring is playing peek-a-boo, and I wish it would just hurry up and  give me some warm sunshine already 😉

However, I have noticed a few ‘outside’ poems creeping into my posts in the last few weeks, and it is nearly Mothers’ Day, when the clocks will go forward and we will have more light for seven months.  It has been a long time coming.

I did not know what the heck I was going to write about when I saw today’s word selection.  I looked up Catbird and realised I was not looking at a bird native to the UK, and I got stumped.  So I began with what I did have!



Catbird  Invented  Mustang  Accuracy  Luck  Church  Lopsided  Juicer  Harsh


Well, one learns something new every day:

A ‘catbird’ exists, and mews from its perch



Who invented its name?

I envisage a toddler

Poking at forest borders

With a stick;

Hearing the bird’s call, and

Naming what he hears.


He may have a toy mustang

In the other hand,

Or a bow and arrow set

He brought to improve his accuracy

By shooting at trees.

(What luck that few other kids roam here)


Maybe he’s been set free

From the stuffiness of church,

And is running, like an ape,

In a lopsided ‘ug’-ing fashion;

Scaring the birds from their branch.

Maybe his father joins in

Then swings the boy up to broad shoulders

When little legs grow tired.


Perhaps mum is back at home

Demonstrating the delights

Of her new juicer to her friends –

Promoting a business.


Whatever occurs, I see

No harsh words being exchanged

Only sunlight, and friendship,

And joy.


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I quite like this poem.  It doesn’t take itself very seriously, and resembles some of the ‘poems’ our three year old dictates for us now and then.  It is always difficult to predict where those little flights of fancy will end up!

It’s a wee romp in my imagination, because I always see my poems as scenes being acted out by the characters in my head.  So hopefully you see pretty much what I did, as I wrote it down as it was ‘happening’.

Do you witness children pretending to be (less developed) apes often?  I find our boys go through spells of it.  They are very convincing 😛

I am really looking forward to the days when the waterproof dungarees can be cast aside and we can all explore places in t-shirts and light jumpers.  I know I live in Scotland and sometimes we require waterproofs in the middle of summer (for days) but I need the wind to be kinder, and I want to sit on our drive watching monster trucks race down the slope, or referee a lazy football match.

It’s been too damn long, weather.  Too damn long.


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2 Responses to “Catbird”

  1. Jane Wright Says:

    I like this one, too. Very clever use of the random words.

  2. Montaffera Says:

    😘 I like it too! Thanks Jane X

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