Voracious Young

w c

Voracious Young

 

I like them

Flying

Singing

Perching ‘round while I am dreaming

The beautiful robin with its breast

One of my favorites to build a nest

 

With room service for the chicks

The young grow fat really quick

Spoiled to the catering with food and such

And constant care with earthworms much  

 

Chicks hungry

With their mouths agape

The young beg there every day

For the catering to arrive

With a parent there at their side

 

And while serving they remember well

The thing that their mothers would tell

That to be a parent you must be a saint

And work hard ‘til you nearly faint

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 27th, 2018 00:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • orchidee

    A fine write, relating to animals and to human parents. wc.

    • w c

      Thanks orchidee. I was blessed to have good parents.

    • LaurašŸŒ»

      I love this write, w c!
      Such a beautiful read!
      Thank you for sharing!

      ~Laura~

      • w c

        Thanks Laura. I really appreciate your support. Have a wonderful day.

        • LaurašŸŒ»

          Youā€™re welcome...
          and you have a wonderful day yourself!

        • blessednloved

          I love this ! ā€œ to be a parent you must be a saint and work hard ā€˜till you nearly faintā€ this is such a true statement! Beautiful!

          • w c

            Thanks b! I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem. Have a wonderful day!

            • blessednloved

              You too friend! Be blessed!



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