A Robin's breast concealed in a field or frying
in a skillet is a bird through the eye of man.
A worm yet discerned in the earth, soon in a
Gizzard is a worm in the eye of a bird.
Both man and bird wait in the worm's eye
For Providence to decide which food to provide–
From which neither can hide.
Augustus / Folsom, LA / January 2017.
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Author:
Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem started out with the author looking at a Robin, admiring it and remembering that some people have considered it a source of food. That was reminiscent of Thoreau's dilemma in the book "Walden" where he was trying to reconcile 2 opposing views of an animal at the same time, the savage beast inside that demanded to be fed and the capacity to admire beauty in the woods. The poem started out that way, then took a strange twist toward that day we all will have to deal with, the day we no longer exist.
- Category: Spiritual
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Some are on the top of the food chain and some are the food. Like this one Augustus. I feel bad for the smaller birds that are food for the hawks. So it goes. I feel bad for the worm, too. 🙂
Thanks WBL.
Very to the point, great job!
Thanks Alex.
Strong points made in this verse re. the demise of all for nothing alive escapes change. A thoughtful piece Augustus.
Thanks for reading and commenting
Great poem! Very deep write. I like the last stanza
Thanks. I believe you understood where I was going.
What a great piece - just reminds us that we all part of life's cycle.
Exactly.
Great write much truth in your words
Thanks Tony.
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