A Birds Plight

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    A Birds Plight

    A feeling of loss,
    but not sure of what?
    The ache in the heart,
    but not sure why?
    A feeling of panic,
    looking for a place to hide.

    If I cover my head,
    they wont see me.
    If I am quiet,
    they wont hear me,
    If I keep really still,
    they wont find me.

    I look slowly down,
    onto an empty nest,
    Where yesterday,I sat,
    where there were eggs,
    there are now just empty broken shells.

    My partner has gone,
    got driven away.
    I am injured,and hurting.
    They are coming back,
    their sound is getting louder.

    Am so scared,now,
    my heart is trying to escape.
    Its getting dark,
    They are here.........






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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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