Thursday, March 3, 2016

Instinct

You, like a bird learning to fly
  your legs like torn straws, not strong enough to hold the round belly and large eyes.
I am reminded of how I would sit for hours
  stroking the wet, scarce, grey backs of all those baby birds I tried to save.
Holding them wrapped in rags and feeding them from a crusty eyedropper.
The tears prepare to spill, so I close my eyes
  and watch a blue veined lid until they go away.

3 comments:

  1. This is so touching! Your description really grips the reader!

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  2. There is really powerful imagery here!

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  3. There is really powerful imagery here!

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