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Tricky Chirp

The Tricky Chirp

The nester bird comes to live, 
in a nest, they did not make. 
Yet... the bird, 
feels right at home 
and not alone at all.

The new mom seems surprised, 
she can not hide it from 
her eyes, 
but she continues on
like any mother would. 

The brand new baby is larger than the rest. 
Taking all the best, and putting the whole nest to the test.  
The sad secret of this new life,
this mock, "not my son" from afar... 
The more you give, the more they take.
It is a bad-tasting cake. 
The dark star is par for the course... and now the jar is empty.
There is no more left for those that belong, 
and that is all wrong.  

Eating the food, drinking the wine, 
and telling the time... 
to whom ever walks by
they said hi, 
and not high, 
or how high? 

The mother bird continues, 
wondering where father
has gone?

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Bill Baker August 15, 2022 at 8:18 AM You used the Metaphor of birds for mankind well, Ann. The uninvited take from those that are being provided for from the parents. Selfish and undeserving, they flourish while the young and helpless pay the price. A lot more here, well written my mindful poetess. Smiles ~ Blessings Bill

M. L. Kiser August 12, 2022 at 11:18 AM Well penned, I love watching the birds; they are so vulnerable, yet magical. Enjoyed.

Len Gasun August 5, 2022 at 2:08 AM Such a very wonderful and touching story poem you've written my dear friend Ann. I think by nature, it's always the mother who's always sacrificing for the goodness of her offsprings. Hope the father bird is just around my friend. I love this awesome poem of yours somuch. i extremely enjoyed reading it this afternoon. Thank you so much for sharing. God bless you always my dear friend. Hugs Ann Foster August 7, 2022 at 11:21 AM God bless you kind friend and thank you for your words... thank you... I agree, it is a repeative story too often in all kinds of ways. I have autistic kids. The percentages of single moms in that realm are staggering. So sad... We need to help each other so much more. Blessings on your day. Hugs. Ann

Jennifer Proxenos August 2, 2022 at 1:58 PM I enjoyed your write so much so cute so totally as you describe and then you humanize it with mentioning the parents, what is so different therefore between humans and birds. So well penned hugs and blessings Jennifer Ann Foster August 7, 2022 at 11:19 AM Yes, my point. Humans and birds are more similar than we would like to believe... Hugs. Ann

Jennifer Proxenos August 2, 2022 at 1:49 PM Anne you are a sweety and I have missed communicating with you. I love your kind, colourful. Yet sensitive writes which shows constantly in your comments and poems .God Bless and hugs Jennifer Ann Foster August 7, 2022 at 11:19 AM You are ever so sweet my dear friend. I am always here. send me emails anytime... we are sisters... regardless of how far away we are from each other... Prayers... Ann

Darlene De Beaulieu August 2, 2022 at 10:33 AM Hello Anne, I wonder where the father bird went to. Will the father bird return to the nest? Did another bird lay an egg in that nest. i ask because the bird is bigger than the rest. I feel badly for the mother. hugs. Ann Foster August 7, 2022 at 11:18 AM As for the father... ? That seems to be the question often asked... Ann Ann Foster August 7, 2022 at 11:17 AM There are several birds that do this in nature. It is something that really happens. Yet, there is also a mediphor here for those that come and take, and take... and eat all the cake... that don't even have wings. Hugs..Thank for your kind words. Thank your for stopping by. I love your poetry. Ann