Newborn bird
A mother bird in her nest
hopes for her children to do nothing less
than to strive
the oldest bird
the one needed to take charge
lacks intelligence
size
esxpected to strike 1st
the mother bird
when she sees fit
send her little bird on her way
to soar into the the blue porch
thier wings running across the clouds
or they drop like stones
like a prideful lion caught in a trap
the oldest bird
not ready for his trials
cuddles back into his mother's care
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damengreene
I am 17 years old and am a novice story writer and poet. I have participated in a number of poetry slams before, and my poems always bring smiles to my listeners. I hope they bring a smile to your face as well.
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