We mince half a million babies a year.
Then riot over the inhuman treatment of a chicken.
That we're about to rip to pieces and devour.
And the storks drift inland,
landing on the sand's hungry mouth.
Salt-bleached cabins line the shore,
waiting for their stone eyes to inspect
Which baby should be delivered next?
Ah, yes. There is a home of sawdust,
where the panels have begun to cry.
They watch the tumbleweeds scrape the
foundation, and they quiver.
This child is ever so quiet, it's
as if it somehow knows what waits.
Glass voices begin to boom sharply,
the bottles of whiskey are seashell shards.
Into the open window it goes, that
tyke. Thrown onto a stained cot.
It scratches; its skin blistering with a hellish fever
Yet the child sucks their thumb and hums.
When the stork comes back to see,
whatever this child is up to,
who this odd little thing might be...
A desk with crayons, paper,
and notepads heavy with solemn prayer.
But at least, it has dodged Death's claws.
For in the bedroom door,
there is a knife slash so
perfect, it should have maimed.
I gave my chick a worm to eat.
He only wanted cream of wheat.
I told him it was time to fly,
but all he did was cry and cry.
Though it may sound to you absurd,
out there's a cradle with a bird,
and in my nest, I think, maybe,
I have a li'l human baby.
(•v•) (•v•)
Nestled in soft nests,
Tiny beaks greet dawn’s promise,
Spring’s gentle whisper.
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So lit flight resting bird, nest upon the crevice of the building set, the eaves of covenant are gathered, stored, twigs leaves and mud fashioned into a home. For mother, bird and her chicks to like life til. baby takes flight
3/11/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Courage as a Lion with no teeth
In a jaded jungle of onyx streets
Walking a road with no feet
As brave as a babe in chemotherapy
Enraged yet saved by God’s grace, peace
Learning to embrace the purple powers that be
Finding fuchsia faith despite dilemmas destiny
Tapping in to green grin inspiring salty sea
As a runaway slave of yesterday courageous free
Despite dictator only the Savior my soul needs
For one is only as free as He designs one to be
Together in humanity yet alone in your individuality
Brave as an astronaut walking into history
As a featherless chick falling from nested tree
If I was this lost baby bird courage would rescue me
Look inside find your strength courageously
don't blame the kid
baby birds are one wide mouth for what their parents spit
“Today, we again failed to reproduce,”
said the gander to the goose.
“If we wanna keep up with the drake and the duck,
we gotta do more than ~ just depend on luck.
We gotta actually let something hang loose.”
beautiful blue bird
bloom like a mountain flower
bead winter spring pearl
Sleepy baby bird
Fell out of her mama’s nest
She remained asleep
Picked up by a gentle hand
Restored to her mama’s nest
On the drive to work as the sun beams for Me
My mind and core still always reeling
Can't comprehend the depth of feeling
As you helped to ease and fix
A heart that had once all but stopped it's desperate beating
Once a girl standing on a fresh grave
With no words fitting for it's stone
Sitting in offices, trying to act brave
Counting pills in a hand that felt
The death of part of its soul
As it flew away like a wounded bird
Wanting and yearning to be seen and be heard
Broken and useless, Afraid and a burden
Now a woman who's standing in her own grace
A partner by her side , no longer lingering in place
Words flowing deeply from her expanse
Standing in her own scene , eyes gleaming
Thankful her core has a fresh chance to dream
Feeling the light winds of travel
As a new bird that's just hatched
Ready to see what life will unravel
Mama Mallard's hatchlings so downy and sweet,
she's proud to show them, springtime is complete,
waddling along the lake with her brood in tow,
Daddy Mallard quacks as people stroll to and fro,
decked in pastel clothes with cameras in hand,
photographing the baby ducks on a weekend grand.
The baby ducks in April are here,
toddlers feed them, grinning ear to ear.
Daffodils bright yellow, honeybees full of pollen,
Mama Mallard leads them to water, all in.
Spring brings animal babies to the earth,
we delight at their sight as we're full of mirth.
When you’re feeling like a baby bird,
Going looking for your shell,
But you know you can’t go back,
Even though you think life’s hell,
And you know ‘cos now you’re out,
You must stand on your own two feet,
Come on now throw your head back,
And loudly shout tweet tweet!
The new year arrives as a baby,
will this year be great maybe.
Winter will turn into spring,
the birds will chirp and sing.
Summer turns into fall,
is 2024 being great to all.
We are back to the end of this year,
we can party and give 2025 a huge new cheer.
In the backyard seen
A black squirrel running
The blackbird chasing
A small black squirrel
The blackbird hungry
It is trying to steal
Some of the eggs laid
Blackbird is on guard
Protecting the eggs
The nest on the fur trees
The squirrel no longer
Are fed the peanuts
Now that it is Spring
They must fend for themselves
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