Scissortail flycatcher
Scalded, swooning silent
On the edge of the road
I gathered you
From harsh rays gaze
You do not resist
Are you broken?
Are you lost?
You were homeless
Courting destruction
Come rest in my cool
Drink clear water
You are not meant
for my cage
Tomorrow you must fly
Cool quiet place to die
If tommorrow you don't fly
Author notes
Outcome in doubt
http://www.birdsofoklahoma.net/State%20bird.htm
A contest entry
- Fire Maple Song [Inspiration] by Naridill.
800 points, ended July 9, 2008, 4 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I found the rhyme a little tacky in places but you work well with the mood setting and piecing the emotions together.
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Beautiful poem, filled with love ...
for the vulnerable, for the little birdie of woundedness and weakness ...
Cool quiet place to die. Ah. What a wondrous gift of love ...
Typo: did you mean to type tomorrow tommorrow?
Blessed be.
Myra
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