you were a fledgling
little black bird
when you first chose me
as your perch
but now
the weight of those
richly nourished feathers
has become a burden
so heavy
i'm afraid this hand will collapse
i do hope those wings of yours
are ready to fly away
soon
Love the way you captured what a sleek & satisfied bird this appeared to be. :)
ReplyDeleteNice poem to a crow. I love that the baby feathers have grown heavier.
ReplyDeleteFly free crow. Nice write Rall! Hope you had a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteI love your voice for the image.
ReplyDeleteYes, there comes a point when they must fly on their own wings - however reluctant they are to do so.
ReplyDeleteNo doubt those feathers will carry him/her up and away to glorious freedom!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, sometimes the weight of the world makes up want to release what we are holding, and by God, we should! Loved your poem.
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