Caren Krutsinger Poet Personification

Frustrated Flammulated Flycatcher

Do not skulk, my mother said, sternly, meanly, and often.
How could I not? I asked myself. We are skulking birds, are we not?
Your bill is too black, my brother cautioned me. Try to tone it down.
Or other flycatchers will not play with you.

Was he insane?
How could I do this?
You need to lighten it, added my haughty, mean, nasty critical sister.

My happiness in youth was hiding away from them, as far down the coast
As I could get, imagining a different life for myself
Where people liked me,
Revered me, 
Appreciated me for who I was.

I could not wait to get a mate
And raise my three flycatchers a different way
Entirely away from my family’s critical ilk.

I wanted to instill confidence and hope in them.
I found the right guy, and raised three flammulated flycatchers of my own
Without their interference, or so I thought….

All they wanted to do was fly back to grandma
And laugh at stories about how awkward I was.

Seriously?

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M. L. Kiser February 24, 2019 at 2:25 PM Of course, what else would offspring flycatchers do? Sit around all day long croaking on an empty stomach?

Mahtab Bangalee February 24, 2019 at 12:52 AM but there was no awkward in your story of life; its You, flowing crystal river's stream; spontaneously attracted all.........../// lovely poem; love it Caren Krutsinger February 24, 2019 at 9:34 AM I love doing personification poems, for I can throw myself into an animal or a refrigerator, and let my imagination play.

Gershon Wolf February 23, 2019 at 11:13 PM Just great! I love your animal/insect/bird personifications. They are just perfect. Adorable, Caren! ~ Gershon Caren Krutsinger February 24, 2019 at 9:35 AM Thank you Gershon. I think this might be my favorite type as they come so easily into my head.

Rhona Mcferran February 23, 2019 at 7:55 PM I second Nina's comment- this is a thoroughly adorable and funny write! I love how you blend ironic humor into things that aren't necessarily funny (which is about the best way to survive life!).... ;) Caren Krutsinger February 23, 2019 at 8:54 PM If I did not have access to my sense of humor I could not go on another day, Soul Sister. I mean it!