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Spring Birth

Spring Birth

one twig, two twigs, three
soft down plucked from mother’s breast
the perfect bower

three tiny blue eggs 
under warmth of mother’s love 
they stir, they hatch new

three urgent beaks open 
insistent, burning, they beg 
speckled downy fuzz

Trisha Sugarek
World of Haiku

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Date: 7/5/2017 7:23:00 AM
This is such a lovely poem - thanks for the warming feelings evoked!
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