NURTURE.
Stone, grit-roughened
high pinnacled
rock draws tired gulls,
nothing eaten,
weakened with hunger
birds sight cliffs,
swoop down in dozens,
flight fulfilled
in turmoil's tumble.
Wing-weary memory
stirs saline minds,
search for clean bedding
leads to fighting,
while nests are readied
avian brides
descend to inspect
nursing sites
balanced on ledges.
I note wild creatures,
fur or feathered,
will, by nature's decree
almost never
withhold nurture, need
births extra strength
while parents can rear
babies better
when instinctive genes
find in respect
sense that appeals to me.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2019 05:31
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Comments5
I like how you look at nature in a deeper thought provoking way.
So many people seem not to bother to notice and I can't understand it.
My thanks to you Sylvia for your kind review after reading the posting on birds and their natural instinct for tending their offspring. So glad you found the piece interesting.
a super poem Fay and yes, I agree with those sentiments.... I was only gazing up at the cliffs in West Bay yesterday and it looked like some of the gulls might be rearing their young on some of the most precarious looking ledges.. then thought, maybe it is my imagination.. it is still January after all.. though the daffodils are in bloom here, so who knows.... N x
Yes Neville the season here has not been so wintery and Spring is already in the air with birds arriving early to breed - - I am pleased you enjoyed the read - - nature has so much to catch a poet's attention. Thanks for sharing your view of those precarious nesting places near you.
my very sincere pleasure Fay... we are so very fortunate aren't we......
some great images here
Thanks a lot Mark for your visit and read. Am pleased you enjoyed the piece on nurture in nature.
Had lunch at the Waterfront listening to a live jazz band and looking out across the canal basin - and there I saw my first kingfisher of the year - all while eating lunch - all is well with the world. Loved the write.
Wow - - a first kingfisher to brighten your lunch my friend - - what an exciting sight - - live music too - what could be better dear Michael.Thanks for sharing those memorable moments and glad you enjoyed the visit here and the read.
That instinct is wondrous, as are your words Fay.
Ah - - sincere thanks for this encouraging comment dear Goldi.
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