Boreal Chick-A-Dee
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Written, November 09, 2023
Poetry/Personification/Haibun/Boreal Chick-A-Dee
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1596-571-09
All Rights Resrved, 2023, Constance La France

I was born in May, my nest was in a hole of an old tree. Mother had made
the nest warm and cozy with hair, fur, and dead leaves. I often wondered
where she got the hair. I had seven siblings in the beginning. Our home
was in a boreal forest in Northern Canada. I soon realized I liked the cold.
Of course, in the first days of my life I was helpless, mother and father fed
us. But, by eighteen days I had sprouted wings and was flapping them a lot.
I thought I was ready to fly but mother would push me back into the nest.
Mother's songs were so beautiful with trills and whistles, soon I was singing.
Sadly, I lost some of my siblings to predators, owls, hawks, even squirrels.
I am a Boreal Chickadee, a songbird, I am sure you have heard our songs.
I forage on confer branches, probe the bark. Our home is in trouble, it is
being cut down, and we are dramatically threatened. I am afraid of where
I will go. For now, I forage the boreal forest with a small flock of friends.
we sing sweet trilling songs
that drift through the trees for miles ...
as snow gently falls
Poetry/Personification/Haibun/Boreal Chick-A-Dee
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1596-571-09
All RightsResrved, 2023, Constance La France
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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