Bird Has Flown

Posted: January 18, 2015 in poetry
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bird’s slow response
with short reply
no time to talk or speak
when chirps recede
and feathers furl
no need for peck of beak

the time has come
to take the vault
no close warm tender care
she leaves the nest
no more sweet rest
puts trust in life’s thin air.

DSS

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Comments
  1. Yes. Sometimes pre-flight is a sad or frightening or uncertain time. But, when it’s time to fly and the wind catches the wings, anything is possible.
    I like the double meaning I find here in your poem…to nature/birds…to life/love/relationships.
    I’m always sad when a bird flies…but realize there might be nothing I can do except cheer the bird on to better things. And hold the good memories in my heart.
    This was a great poem to read out loud! I read it out loud twice! 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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  2. Today (Jan 21st) is Nat’l HUG Day…so give out lots of hugs!!!
    John-HUGS!!! (HUGS with your name on them!) 😛
    HUGS, too! 🙂
    MORE HUGS!!! 😀
    EXTRA HUGS!!! 🙄
    HUGS + infinity!!! 😛

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  3. I’m going to read to the birds on my front porch. They will like it, very much. As do I.

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