{"id":824,"date":"2016-01-26T01:40:20","date_gmt":"2016-01-26T07:40:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/?p=824"},"modified":"2016-01-26T01:40:20","modified_gmt":"2016-01-26T07:40:20","slug":"yellow-joe-the-bird","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/2016\/01\/26\/yellow-joe-the-bird\/","title":{"rendered":"Yellow Joe The Bird"},"content":{"rendered":"

Yellow Joe and the other birds never got along as they should,<\/span><\/p>\n

He is a little bird that lives to explore trees and houses of wood,<\/span><\/p>\n

Now you may ask how do I, a human, know about ol’ Yellow Joe,<\/span><\/p>\n

One thing about ol’ Joe, he is the silliest darn yellow bird I know,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Now Yellow Joe, is not one to be deterred without a doubt,<\/span><\/p>\n

Found a place about one inch on the opposite side of out,<\/span><\/p>\n

The place Joe so desired to live within is within my bedroom,<\/span><\/p>\n

This is a predicament because I wasn’t vacating the room,<\/span><\/p>\n

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To intimidate me, Ol’ Yellow Bird Joe and his middle aged beak,<\/span><\/p>\n

Would fly from the tree into the window until his beak would leak,<\/span><\/p>\n

I bet you’re wondering, how does he know Joe’s a middle aged bird,<\/span><\/p>\n

As crazy as it may sound but it was from a pretty blue bird I heard,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Joe’s plight is worry, worry he won’t marry before he is an old bird,<\/span><\/p>\n

These little treasured birds of Texas live but six years I have heard,<\/span><\/p>\n

So now I’ve gone and done it as Joe hates for me to discuss his age,<\/span><\/p>\n

He is near the middle age of three, middle aged at such a young stage,<\/span><\/p>\n

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To discuss his age brings Yellow Joe’s rage because of a phobia (fear),<\/span><\/p>\n

Also afraid the pretty little blue feathered bird won’t listen or even hear,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hearing is recognizing sound but to listen to, is a need to understand,<\/span><\/p>\n

Understand I beg, at first I guessed as to why Joe took such a stand,<\/span><\/p>\n

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A fat little fluff of mid-life bird slamming his head and beak into glass,<\/span><\/p>\n

Today poor Yellow Joe has hit glass so hard he has fallen onto grass,<\/span><\/p>\n

As I watched him slide down my window glass I thought I saw a smile,<\/span><\/p>\n

How can a bird’s hard beak bend to form a smile I wondered for awhile,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Joe thinks he’s intimidated me I’m sure, that’s what brought Joe’s grin,<\/span><\/p>\n

When he returns from his slide down the wall the true battle can begin,<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe being Joe just hated being Yellow Joe because Joe was no coward,<\/span><\/p>\n

No doubt yellow only pertained to color but this made Joe act awkward,<\/span><\/p>\n

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It was hard to deal with a name that could be his color or action taken,<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps I should say action not taken, for once when Joe was shaken,<\/span><\/p>\n

So it was then that a little yellow bird got “Yellow” as a handle or tease,<\/span><\/p>\n

See Joe is friendly, so friendly he could speak to lady birds with ease,<\/span><\/p>\n

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But for one, a pretty little blue bird named Skye, made Yellow Joe weak,<\/span><\/p>\n

This little Skye blue bird was the prettiest of birds with pretty little beak,<\/span><\/p>\n

For her Joe would do anything but first to prove he wasn’t yellow, yellow,<\/span><\/p>\n

Skye bird had said she would never nest with a bird that’s a yellow fellow,<\/span><\/p>\n

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She was referring to a cowardly bird, she didn’t care what was his color,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m sure by now you’ve figured out that ol’ Joe wasn’t the smartest feller,<\/span><\/p>\n

But try he did with all his heart to show to Skye bird he was the right bird,<\/span><\/p>\n

Then suddenly came the loudest noise, the loudest bird noise I’ve heard,<\/span><\/p>\n

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It wasn’t a thud but more of a bird meets glass with beak plus thunder,<\/span><\/p>\n

Concerned, I ran around to hear a weak “tweet” that made me wonder,<\/span><\/p>\n

Was all this worth what poor Ol’ Yellow Joe was putting himself through,<\/span><\/p>\n

And there sitting, watching, atop a branch was a pretty little bird of blue,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I then understood, I truly did, what poor Yellow Joe’s woes were about,<\/span><\/p>\n

My brain went wild as I gave it thought, I fell to the ground with a shout,<\/span><\/p>\n

Little Pretty long feathered Blue Skye bird never saw what I did then,<\/span><\/p>\n

I placed half awake Joe atop my face, then I saw that bird beak grin,<\/span><\/p>\n

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While laying there my mind was clear and I understood the bird’s word,<\/span><\/p>\n

He had chosen a Goliath to defeat to remove the yellow from Joe bird,<\/span><\/p>\n

Not the color of course but the implied coward he had worn all his life,<\/span><\/p>\n

She finally saw that Joe wasn’t yellow and agreed to be Joe’s bird wife,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Before left he gave me a wink and said watch for little birds of green,<\/span><\/p>\n

I thought to myself little birds of green is something I haven’t seen,<\/span><\/p>\n

What made him think and how could he know they would be green,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yellow Joe had thought it through it seems, his future he’d foreseen,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Yellow and blue does make green so ol’ Yellow Joe could be right,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s good to know why that little bird seemed to be picking a fight,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s been four months and Joe is back slamming his head into glass,<\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe it’s the twenty little greens in tow without the little blue lass,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Perhaps haste is not the best when birds pick a mate for remaining life,<\/span><\/p>\n

As with the human race, time is best taken to avoid a lifetime of strife,<\/span><\/p>\n

Funny but somehow I hear little greens yelling “do it again daddy please”,<\/span><\/p>\n

Ol’ Joe had so much practice he now slams his head into glass with ease,<\/span><\/p>\n

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He wasn’t there to fret but bragging of how he’d won over their mother,<\/span><\/p>\n

In the distance I could see a little blue pretty bird so proud of bird father,<\/span><\/p>\n

What I thought had been wrong but it does prove what true love can do,<\/span><\/p>\n

Most anything can be done from love and our heart, it’s like how I love you.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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