Birds

Crane
The hazel forked three ways in my hand Three ways in my blood Three ways in my mind First became a flock of __cranes__ They danced away in a Troy-Town maze Their shrieking frames made a chill refrain And they made a name unknown to man

Hazel Forks, //Spoils//

Crow
What cares the __crow__ for the plaint of lapwing? What cares the snow for the summer's thaw? Or Orion's bow for the sting of scorpion? Or the heads of Europe as they roll away?

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing?, [For 'crow' used as a verb, see Raven, below]

Now the __hoodie__ is woefully moaning [hoodie = hooded crow] Under the high holland tree Well her hero is never returning from over the high rolling sea

The Year of the Burning, unreleased

Cuckoo
And come spring the birds will sing in the burning woodland __Cuckoo__, coo, cuckoo, coooo, coooo All through the livelong day and into the evening

The Loudness Wars, unreleased

Dove
Tell me who gave us the Book of __Doves__ Columba, Columba, Columba Tell me who gave us the __Book__ of __Doves__ Columba, Columba, Columba What was the breadth of it? A furlong or four What was the depth of it? A fathom or five What was the heft of it? The heft of the darkness behind every star And where did he find it, this Book of __Doves__? All in the Candida Casa And where did he find it, the Book of __Doves__? All in the Candida Casa

The Book of Doves, //Spoils// [Columba is latin for dove]

This song's made in anger, this song's made in love Where the croak of the hawk meets the coo of the __dove__ Where minstrels see slander and right turns to rage To make a song about the renovation of the age

Song Composed in December, unreleased

Gannet
The clamour of the __gannetry__, the blatter of the grackle The singing of the planet that no brother can ignore The small birds of the outer air, the soarers in the stratosphere A chorus of the ones who've seen beyond and gone before

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Goose
I went hunting in the morning, Polly, When the __geese__ were in the field I went hunting in the morning, Polly, The __geese__ were in the field. Then I saw a woman changing From a woman to a __gosling__. Then I saw a woman changing Before my eyes.

I Went Hunting, //Farewell Sorrow//

Grackle
The clamour of the gannetry, the blatter of the __grackle__ The singing of the planet that no brother can ignore The small birds of the outer air, the soarers in the stratosphere A chorus of the ones who've seen beyond and gone before

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Kestrel
From open moors where __kestrels__ soar on wings of beauty To cloisters where vestals bear their palms of duty To waterfall tumbling, cascading in pearlim [?] To the flowery machin where the echo marks the yellow yorlin[?]

Song Composed in December, unreleased

Lapwing
What cares the crow for the plaint of __lapwing__? What cares the snow for the summer's thaw? Or Orion's bow for the sting of scorpion? Or the heads of Europe as they roll away?

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing?, unreleased

Lark, Laverock
And the __larks__ sang melodious, Polly, At the dawning of the day. And they only know the one song, Polly, But they sing it wondrously.

I Went Hunting, //Farewell Sorrow//

Sportsmen, arouse! The morning is clear The __larks__ are singing all in the air Thy soaring and sweet refrain Rings out to fill the air before us.

Join Our Lusty Chorus, //Farewell Sorrow//

When wind blows in to waken the __laverock__ in the blackthorn She sings of all the aching In her Scotia of the ills

The Laverock in the Blackthorn, unreleased [Laverock is the Scots word for a lark (source)]

Moorcock
to wrap his hands In anger round the narrow necks Of those who dance and those who prance And preen like __moorcocks__ in a lake

The Angry Laughing God, unreleased

Ptarmigan
__Ptarmigan, ptarmigan__, under the lambskin While into the darkness our armies are blundering __Ptarmigan, ptarmigan__, under the lambskin Thanking their god so unloving and humdrum

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Raven
There's a __raven__ on the gable, a raven on the gable, A __raven__ on the gable, so brazenly crowing. But you know he only crows so, you know he only crows so, You know he only crows so, for he knows no other way of crowing.

Let Me Lie and Bleed Awhile, //The Amber Gatherers//

Starling
And she gave me the wreath and she sang like a __starling__, My fingers intwined in her feathery hair, But she shrugged me away and said Alasdair, darling, When a song's on the wind it belongs to the air.

The Whole House is Singing, //Farewell Sorrow//

Thrush
Here's the dowry of the leper A walnut shell and a peck of pepper And an alder spray to carve a quiver For a gang of hazel dowsers They dowsed themselves into a tangle Called themselves a hazel bush They snarled so sweet and incomplete That they stole the heart of a little song __thrush__

Hazel Forks, //Spoils//

Waxwing
__Waxwing, waxwing__, what do you bring From the frozen North? __Waxwing, waxwing__, we've been waiting on you. ... __Waxwing, waxwing__, my only asking: Tether the breezes so cruel. Keep my young well-feathered and their bellies full.

And __waxwing, waxwing__, what will you do, When your days of fathering are through, When at last grim Death comes a'knocking on you?

Waxwing, //The Amber Gatherers//

Wren
Tiny __wren__, tiny __wren__, under the linden Pondering in wonder the human conundrum

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

What cares the __wren__ for the jinx of rhinic [?]? Or the plain of cadence for the dominant chord? Or the dull munlo for the high cathedral [?]? Or the insown hero for the dormant lord?

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing?, unreleased