Saturday, April 2, 2016

Wordbirds, 17

This new series—“Wordbirds”—arises from a journey I am taking through my Webster’s 3rd Dictionary. What I’m doing: I look on the first page for each letter, and the first word that flies up at me (because I don’t know it, because I just think it’s interesting, etc.) becomes the subject for that day’s doggerel. I will move through letter z, then work my way back again, the second time using the last page of each letter’s section of Webster's. Let’s see what happens ...

Words that flew into my life from Webster’s 3rd

Quabird. noun
a black-crowned night heron

The quabird much preferred the night,
Where everything to him seemed right—
The fish, the water, little light. 

A hungry hunter sought him out
(He knew what herons are about).
He  fired! He missed! Commenced to pout!

And while he pouted thataway,
The quabird in a quick display,
Just spread his wings and flew away. 

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