From The Immediate and No Sooner, published in 2021.
Rush home oh the noise
that greets you they are so loud
your four new children
hinged beaks open up so wide
mercy you think can it be
that is your stomach
I’m seeing? Let me fill it
and you do. Again.
Again. Scrawny featherless
voices demand. You hurry.
4 thoughts on “Tend To”
Wonderful poem. I really enjoyed the way you conveyed the perspective of the mother bird and how harried she must be by her care of her offspring.
Thank you. I think all mothers are the same when you get right down to it.
Perfect depiction of baby birds and their insistence on attention (and food)! I’m attempting to identify the baby birds in my life…
Thank you. I do a lot of birdwatching of the varieties we have around our houses and feeders in the back yard and I think they give me many insights…
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