Poetry Is a Baby Bird Hatching

Growing too big for the egg It pushes out With all its strength and might So naive of the outside world Yet so determined to push through the shell And leave its comfort zone To see new world Scribbles, tinkles, sprinkles, twinkle twinkle Innocent eyes see the light The feathers make little moves The legs straighten out The beak toughen Making little sounds Songs of freedom, songs of new dawn, songs of flight Mama bird guides it through Feeding styles Hunting tactics Feelings of depthness Staying active Lessons of, reasons to, seasons for It heeds the advice It follows its instincts And lets the words flow Far beyond the paper Like a baby bird Growing and flying higher
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Gregory Avatar
March 28, 2016 at 9:19 AM
I relate to this a in real way Nice piece.
Makama Avatar
December 5, 2015 at 8:51 AM
What a lovely poem! Spectacular and mind romancing. A 7 and an excellent share
Hunjeri Avatar
December 20, 2015 at 6:24 AM
Thank you so much Funom. I appreciate the Visit
Dietrich Avatar
December 2, 2015 at 6:22 PM
A very interesting way to compare to poets! cute idea. I enjoyed this.
Hunjeri Avatar
December 3, 2015 at 2:56 PM
thank you Andrea :-)
Laurie Avatar
December 1, 2015 at 5:33 PM
Hello njeri... nicely done njeri, entwining a poem with a hatchling. Both are interesting battles before fine results - Lindsay
Hunjeri Avatar
December 3, 2015 at 2:54 PM
very true. thank you Lindsay.
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