Little one

sorenbarrett

A small finch sits on the deck awaiting his mother
He doesn't move just hunkers down awaiting what comes
Time passes sky darkens yet comes no other
Fear in his eyes, alone he trembles, no sign of mums

 

Onto the grass he wanders timidly looking around
Hungry he looks for food, he pecks at specks getting just air
Lost, bewildered a fledgling downed 
Now on its own all alone of danger unaware

 

Tall weeds, in the shadows, the flick of a cat's tail
Above the hoot of an owl, the call of a lark
What lies behind night's black veil
A little one swallowed by the dark

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  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    Nature being nature, good write

  • David Wakeling

    I think this is clever.It can be taken as a simple but sad story of a lost bird.Or as a statement about the human condition.We are all lost birds swallowed byt he dark.Very poetic mi amigo

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks so much David so glad that you quickly picked up on that. It was inspired by a small baby finch sitting on my deck yesterday too young to feel threatened it just sat there as I approached and although it would not fly it trembled eventually walking off onto the grass and wandering off.



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