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Baby Dead Birds Hate Their Mothers

Baby dead birds don't sing It is abject disrespect for living things Dead birds don't catch falling people With human beings things are different Human children hate their dead parents Parents have no right to die They must stay alive to feed them To abandon their babies is a crime Dead baby birds are particular They hate their mothers for sure All those worms gone to waste With babies face down in the dirt All of mothers hard work is in vain Lost in a song by baby dead birds being dead Being dead is disrespectful Think about all those hungry birds in China

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Date: 4/10/2019 11:36:00 AM
Very thoughtful. Nicely done.
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Earl Schumacker
Date: 4/10/2019 4:23:00 PM
Hi David, Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. As always, there is a story behind the story. Poor birdies, mother and child, humans and otherwise. Have a great day. Earl
Date: 4/10/2019 9:00:00 AM
Excellent evocative ink! Wowsah. xomo
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Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 4/11/2019 7:49:00 AM
Earl, I am a fan :) I was particularly moved by this piece; I wrote one a while ago called Baby Birds, a very personal, cathartic piece, I invite you to check it out. Not an I scratched yours, please scratch mine, but a sharing of metaphor ;)
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Earl Schumacker
Date: 4/10/2019 4:25:00 PM
Hi Maureen, Thank you so much. You are one of the only people who ever reads my works. I'm glad that you enjoyed this one. Have a wonderful day. Earl

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