Best Hatchling Poems

Behold the humble Cowbird, such an evolutionary quirk.
Somehow nature taught this bird to be a first-rate jerk!
When it comes to low and dirty tricks no...

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Long, long ago in a village called Sun
Tales were told and stories were spun,
Near a campfire where sweet meats were cooked
And everyone listened whilst Mr...

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“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie, face
Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!”
“Address To A Haggis”, Robert Burns, 1786.
(Keeper o’er the Fourth Kingdom)

Robert, Robert, Fourth Kingdom
Gate Keeper.
No Telestial...

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I've spent half a lifetime
tending to eggs

but as they say
its a man's duty to stay
within the blaze of a mundane rain...
day after day
protect hatchlings from...

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This ocean so full of constant commotion,
for many it can be the horn of plenty, 
if they know how to trudge on with devotion,
else its...

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They’d crossed the great divide, to the other side of the ‘Oh My God River’.
Our Trolls were struck by the ‘Bridge Too Far’, it set...

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You think not of life, but of the moon:
still and white.  August wind chimes
like sweet bones sound a tune
of twenty-three; the somber age
when you...

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Like a young girl, early river is inviting, 
Charms a plenty, but surprising secrets, 
We imagined potential rapids around every corner, 
A new born fawn...

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Behind a counter in china shop sits a woman.
Between right thumb, index, middle, and ring fingers she holds an egg.
On the back wall are shelves...

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What would you call the young hatchling, for fun,
Of a buzzard crossed with a flamingo?
The answer is moot ’cause it couldn’t be done,
So the joke...

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I fail to sleep by night as

My soul sails away from me

My eyelids collapse, heavy with sleep

As I hear toothless voices

Spouting out truth like a...

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The Laidly Wyrm came to Brighton Wood
To celebrate her hatchling day
Eleven centuries old she was
On this the twelfth of may

She’d left her lofty mountain home
Forsook...

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Blinking Cursor 

Why do you taunt me so?
A hungry hatchling eager to eat from my nest of ideas
An exotic dancer alone on a white stage—...

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Bouquets of eastern starlings, raving. 
Reaching out, fledgling saving,
The garden sloth of heaven's hues    
Living in a bath of saffron dews.

Darkend the...

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Is there an object lesson is to be had,
or story moral to be learned-
from the frightful tale of the
Cuckoo bird?

A bird that neither plans nor...

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