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Little Bird



In the golden hour
I see
the sticks line up
one by one

Wondering in the
midnight sun
is it time, that
the eggs stop
producing
little chicks

Now that the
Harvest Moon
has come

The cool of the
night has come,
do the little sticks
wither away
on there own?








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  • Lamp
    October 31
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    oh this poem is quite mysterious. it must be quite personal.


  • TwiztidMaggot
    October 15
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    This is a pretty good piece. I like how you wrote it. Keep up your great work.

    TwiztidMaggot


  • MichaelLeeSmyth
    October 7

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    Okay, give me a little help with this one, it first brings to mind Brunner's "and the sheep look up" not so certain. What do the "little sticks" represent?
    Peace


    • Ladybug
      October 15
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      hahah, it is a nest, a bird nest I found today, wondering will it wither away? or perhaps stay until the mother returns next year and use it again.

      thanks for your visit.

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