I release them. Fledglings
pushed from the nest,
thin-skinned and chirping.
Constantly on guard for
the cat and coyote.
Skipping from tall grass
to bush until there is
enough strength to fly
and feed alone.
They build their
nests in hidden hearts
of those who discover them
and sing sweet songs
to the ears that hear.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
I release them. Fledglings
pushed from the nest,
thin-skinned and chirping.
Constantly on guard for
the cat and coyote.
Skipping from tall grass
to bush until there is
enough strength to fly
and feed alone.
They build their
nests in hidden hearts
of those who discover them
and sing sweet songs
to the ears that hear.
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