The Creator Praises Birds

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Vent and crissum,

lores and crest and comb: I

made them all—the

nares, nape, those

horny bill plates—I in

feathered trochees

made them: peacock,

sparrow, tufted titmouse,

flitting jenny

filled with joy of

beaking worm, of strut and

glide, of piping

double on their

syrinx. Praise how flock and


call out warning,

call to fly or roost or

call for pleasure:

See me! Hear me!

Pur-ty! Pur-ty! Pur-ty!

Cheer up! Pibbity!

Praise the brave-heart

tender fledgling, wobbly

winging over

houses, over

pavement, risking all to

climb the air by

beating wind I

too created, rising

heavenward in joy.

—J. S. Absher

This poem won first place in the 2018 Clinton F. Larson Poetry Contest sponsored by BYU Studies.

Published in BYU Studies Quarterly 58:2
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