My Paintings

Feeding The Birds or Feeding The Cats

While I'm filling my big bird feeder up                                                                     Knowing their time to live I could disrupt                                                                       Having it low enough to reach so I can fill                                                                 High enough so cats don't have an easy kill

My cats have bowls of food around in the house                                                              They also have places to find and catch a mouse                                                        Winter birds have trouble finding bugs and worms                                                                       Life is not so easy, it doesn't go by their terms

My cats could be so warm sleeping near the heater                                                        Instead there outside lurking under the bird feeder                                                              So am I feeding the birds or feeding my cats I wonder                                                                  No matter which it is I ask, am I making a blunder 

Author Eileen Clark

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My Paintings

The First Robin

Welcome, welcome, little stranger,
    Fear no harm, and fear no danger;
We are glad to see you here,
    For you sing, “Sweet Spring is near.”

Now the white snow melts away;
    Now the flowers blossom gay:
Come, dear bird, and build your nest,
    For we love our robin best.

Poem by Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott was one of four daughters born to Bronson and May Alcott. Louisa worked from an early age to help with expenses. She worked as a governess, a seamstress, a laundress, and a nurse but, at heart, she was always a writer. Her first book was published at the age of 23. Louisa’s best known work is Little Women, which has never been out of print since it was first published in 1868; it has been translated into more than fifty languages.

Beautiful Painting by Susan Bourdet’s  Garden Delights- Robins

My Poems

The Dazzling Hummingbirds

Tell me why the Hummingbird holds such a fascination,

Watching them out the window is my full time occupation.

They don’t wake me in the morning with a beautiful song,

Pictures I can’t take because they don’t stay still very long.

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Yet early spring I’m eager to hang up my bird feeder,

Watching for the first male that is called their leader.

They are very hungry from their long migration journey,

Knowing nectar is always here concerned they will not be.

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The dazzling ruby throated is incredible to see,

Thousands from the tropics land in every county.

Making a constant hum I never hear their tune,

All of my summer days for certain they will consume.


Author Eileen Clark 2022