Author Archives: katemccarrollmoore

  not all city birds are scavengers thriving in man-made jungles   outside my window black phoebe calls wake up in its two-note dawn chorus   mockingbirds and mourning doves perched and hidden, hopping and chirping remind me that nature … Continue reading →

Power lines are deadly To millions of birds each year Oil spills and wind turbines too That’s why there’s a hundred-years law on the books A treaty protecting each eagle and wren   Birdlovers unite to uphold the law being … Continue reading →

  What if our souls were birds?   What if our spirits took flight?   What if our days went on for always?   Forever…   These are the wanderings of a restless mind   Wishing for sunlight, listening to … Continue reading →

I know it’s probably exciting What with all the voices and traffic noises The dodging in and out of doorways The fast food smells and bus exhaust Time must pass quickly day to day As all those hurrying feet move … Continue reading →

The first time I rescued a bird I was eight years old Playing tag in Joey Hughes’ yard`   I stopped when he yelled freeze Looked down at my feet And there, beside my scuffed Keds A nearly naked bird … Continue reading →

There’s an empty field behind our house every morning it comes alive welcoming a gaggle of leggy geese honking their sun salutations   same gaggle every day same time too they swoop in all at once – a goosey cacophony … Continue reading →

Leaving the city We descended the metal stairway To the train Passed a flock of sooty pigeons Pacing back and forth across stained cement Scavenging for food – half-eaten French fry, dropped chip Alongside a homeless man   Back at … Continue reading →

It’s a scientific fact dinosaurs sported feathers first evolving into birds of flight that grace our skies today   And science proclaims thousands of different species every color shape and size flying over mountaintops and oceans riding winds of change … Continue reading →

There is a battle brewing Between the feathers and the fur   Our birdfeeder’s hung to feed the birds The squirrels hang out below   Birds perch there to eat their fill Squirrels don’t wait their turn   Birds fly … Continue reading →

is made of energy He runs on excess air Flying through the house and yard Never quiet, never still Until I pull him next to me and point Out the window to a tree Where still as still can be … Continue reading →