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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Nature being nature, good write
Thanks so much for the read and comment Norman
most welcome
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
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.
The state and condition that reverse anthropomorphisation elevates is stunning. 🙏🕊️
Thank you so much my friend for the read and understanding of the piece it means a great deal
Most welcome friend🙏🕊️
There’s a tender ache in this—the smallness of that finch against a world that doesn’t pause for him.
And that ending lands quiet and cold… nature moving on, even when something fragile disappears into it.
Thomas only a true poet could feel that and I appreciate that more than anything else. ,Thank you so much my good friend
The swallow of a cruel world. We can often be oblivious, naively expecting the best out of our fellow man. Well written and thoughtfully crafted.
Thank you Katie for your read and insightful comment it is deeply appreciated my friend
My great joy!
Nature is just in its ruthless way.Only humans no longer respect its laws .
I would tend to agree Lorenz our idea of justice is not the same Thanks for the read and comment
Good write SB.
Nature and the life she provides, or doesn't in some cases.
We see nature at work, but we probably don't see the darkside of it.
The finch won't survive without its mother, but maybe feed another.
That's nature in the raw, unassuming, moving on.
Thanks Paul for the review and comment it is most appreciated. Yes we have a very narrow view on justice, fairness, balance and what is right in this universe. Nature has been around a lot longer and has more experience.
Ouch, it seems there was more than just little old me that neva saw that coming .. 👍
Thanks Neville I do very much appreciate the read and comment yes few of us see what is coming.
A touching and haunting poem that beautifully captures the fragility of a lost fledgling, reflecting the universal human experience of feeling helplessly lost and desperately in need of protection. The vivid imagery and growing sense of danger create a deeply sad and powerful ending — a very well-written piece.
Thank you Soheil for the read and interpretation it is valued and well thought out. Your words are most important to me and most appreciated
That wouldn't be one of Disney's better Films.
A good Write.
Thanks for the read Kevin no probably not that popular but Bambi's family was shot as was Old Yeller
A beautifully poem that captures innocence, vulnerability, and the quiet tragedy of nature with clear and emotional imagery. Nice Write!
Thank you so much. I deeply appreciate your reading of this piece and your kind words of support and encouragement.
Wonderful words soren, I had a young Goldfinch in my garden a few days ago feeding on the bird feeder, it was wonderful to watch.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy for reading this piece and your most kind remarks they are appreciated
Soren, what a heartbreaking piece. The quiet vulnerability of the little finch wandering alone through a world full of unseen danger really lingers with me. “He pecks at specks getting just air” is such a painfully vivid moment...small, fragile, and lost. The darkness closing in at the end feels inevitable without ever becoming overdone. Powerful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Tristan your review make the writing all worth while. They are deeply appreciated
Can imagine the little one’s plight and fright- you have described his trauma so amazingly
You are very kind Nafisa and it is most appreciated. Thank you so much for the review
always ,and most welcome
have a good day !
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