Watching leaves fall
The scraping, flipping, and floating away,
the loosening and breaking from the wind today.
The banging, slamming, the noises heard,
clambering for the bird is the word.
Watching the branches bend and sway,
the leaves into little circles they play.
Empty nests, no eggs, and no birds,
without the birds there are no words.
No wings flapping, no echoing calls,
silently watching as the leaves fall.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 17th, 2025 06:24
- Comment from author about the poem: If the bird is the word then without the bird is no word. At least that is what i heard.
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The feel is so real! Wonderful image movements as well. 🙏🏻🕊
From the song "surfin' bird" by the Rivintons this became the theme for Larry Bird the basketball superstar and the Twitter logo to honor the same Larry. A fun read
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