Birds flock to my backyard
innocent and beautiful
they feed on grubs and worms
prepare to return to nests
where hungry beaks
wait crying to be fed.
In the peaceful scene
death lurks in the quiet
hides under a bush,
camouflaged in the shadows
the cat patiently waits
until one bird moves close
the cat springs
pounces
catches its prey.
The bird cries out
but only briefly
the kill is done
the cat will eat today.
Now the yard is empty
as the other birds fly
to safety and I wonder
will baby birds go hungry now
as they wait in their nest
for a mother who will never return.
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baj-a (
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Comments5
not the prettiest poem about nature but one of the most honest ones I've read. the cycle of life continues and sometimes to us humans it can seem downright cruel. well written.
A well written poem and all too real. Too bad cats can't just stick to mice.
Realistic view of nature. Well done, soki
Bonnie... This is almost morbid to sit there and turn such a sad part of nature into a poem, I would be out rescuing little birds. I am smiling... BWP... James... We are planing on raising some Cornish Rocks to butcher this spring. Meow...
this is part of nature too. You wrote it very well. You thought it out and covered the act of the carnivore killing it's prey quite well, I loved it. hugs.
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