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October-12- 2025

A Bruised Bird Poetry Contest

Sponsor- Robert James Liguory


 

Bruised Birds

This was written sometime back when a bird had built a nest on a bushy tree in my garden… I waited counting down days to see the eggs hatched. But what happened in the end was heart breaking!


       A nest of intricate design
   a piece of art unmatched in decor
  built amid the dark verdure of clustered leaves-
    the gay habitat of a robin and her brood.

How suddenly it erupts into a clatter of sounds,
     as the mother bird comes diving in
    with a wee bit of a wriggling worm
         discreetly borne in her tiny beak.

     Thrusting it into the gaping mouths,
    she departs and comes again
          and again, comes with something
    a whirring insect or a twisting thing.
   Nothing can appease her ravenous horde
        and on she goes ferreting about. 

     At night fall she alights abrupt
   from what infinite heights, God alone knows
  darting into her nest as she hovers,
             the din subsides.....
    first into a fizzle, then into sharp silence

    Bundled in her warmth, the little ones
        sleep till the first flutter of dawn
    From my window, I enjoy this diurnal scene
   repeating itself in methodical precision 
      until someday, into heaven’s insurmountable heights
    the young ones take off on tiny wings!

  A sight so accustomed, cheery and gleeful,
        my eyes would soon be deprived of
     and the thought makes me ill at ease.
         A wonder it is, the young ones 
     inexperienced though, thrives so well
      on catapulted suddenly into an eerie world!

       What husbandry in nature!
               What Godly solicitude!

      The next morn, my heart missed a beat
   at what I espied through my open window.
      On the ground lay the swallow’s nest
       ripped, broken and blown to pieces
               like a heap of rubble after a tremor.
  By its side lay a few downy feathers- 
       the sad reminder of a stark felony!

   In an instant flashed past
      the grim image of the black Tom cat
              that prowls my courtyard in the dark
   with glowing eyes and bristly whiskers. 

   Damning that accursed thing, 
       I picked up that wreckage,
    my mind violently mutinying over 
         the ‘insolent might’!!
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Kendrick Avatar
September 20, 2026 at 4:47 AM
Cats can do so much damage to the bird population, but we chose to have some around. The sad thing is even if they are well fed, they will decimate the bird population. I was delighted to find this one today. Thank you for sharing it with us. Way to go. Sara K. 👏✍️
Guptar Avatar
October 18, 2025 at 2:21 PM
Congratulations, Valsa on your win in this contest with a picturesque poem on the sad fate of a robin and her young ones. Wish you a pleasant weekend.
Liguori Avatar
October 17, 2025 at 3:52 AM
‘ with glowing eyes and bristly whiskers’… nice imagery.
George Avatar
October 17, 2025 at 9:28 AM
Thank you so much dear Robert for liking my poem and your comment. Also, giving a nice placement.
Greenhough Avatar
October 13, 2025 at 1:08 AM
Cats have no conscience. I hope the next nest is better laid out. This was sad.
Rolland Avatar
October 12, 2025 at 6:14 PM
so touching poem, nature is beautiful but can be cruel, marvelous piece, enjoyed
Etgen-Baker Avatar
October 12, 2025 at 3:00 PM
your kind spirit and feelings flow through teach line of this excellently written poem. Your metaphors are spot on and appropriate....best wishes with this entry in the contest, hugs, Sara
Rodrigues Avatar
October 12, 2025 at 2:36 PM
Beauty and violence, sadly!
Poet Avatar
October 12, 2025 at 2:26 PM
Your wording is excellent, Valsa, as always. And the metaphors and feelings are so sensitive. The cadence is impeccable, and the story stirs warmth in the heart. Nature isn't always fair. Best wishes in the contest.
Andresen Avatar
October 12, 2025 at 2:13 AM
- A sensitive story, Valsa ... - cats kill birds because it is their instinct ... people today only kill for pleasure ... sad - Best wishes in the contest :) - hugs
Sharma Avatar
October 12, 2025 at 1:07 AM
Oh! so sad to see this happen. Nature is beautiful and sometimes cruel too. Best wishes for the contest.
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