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Blackbirds nesting in the Pergola strut, shaded in a Wisteria bower, the first year it decided to flower, untended, ragged spirals left uncut. Father jet black darting past the window, sudden flashes of his yellow rimmed eye. Dowdy brown mother has no need to fly, snuggled down as her love swoops to and fro. Plaintive high-pitched cries announce their hatching Three fledgling wide mouths hungry to be fed A fortnight growth before learning to fly one falls to earth is ready for snatching Screeching alarums in fear and in dread The jaws of a cat are no place to die
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
No Place to Die
Blackbirds nesting in the Pergola strut, shaded in a Wisteria bower, the first year it decided to flower, untended, ragged spirals left uncut. Father jet black darting past the window, sudden flashes of his yellow rimmed eye. Dowdy brown mother has no need to fly, snuggled down as her love swoops to and fro. Plaintive high-pitched cries announce their hatching Three fledgling wide mouths hungry to be fed A fortnight growth before learning to fly one falls to earth is ready for snatching Screeching alarums in fear and in dread The jaws of a cat are no place to die
First published under the title ‘Blackbirds Nesting’ in THE MOZZIE, Volume 13, Issue2 March 2006.
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
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