Empty Nest
I watched the last fledglings taking flight
At first, each struggled against the wind,
Without fear, facing their first bleak night
I watched the last fledglings taking flight.
Wishing elders might’ve feared their plight,
When into cloudy skies their children send,
I watched the last fledglings taking flight
At first, each struggled against the wind.
Written September 23, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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