Earl Schumacker Poet Free verse

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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David Mchattie April 10, 2019 at 11:36 AM Very thoughtful. Nicely done. Earl Schumacker April 10, 2019 at 4:23 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

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 10, 2019 at 9:00 AM Excellent evocative ink! Wowsah. xomo Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 11, 2019 at 7:49 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 ;) Earl Schumacker April 10, 2019 at 4:25 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