Nestling by Mark R Slaughter

Nestling

by Mark R Slaughter

When to summon the sky
Little nestling?
When to summon the sky?

And suffer the risk – abscond in dread –
The knowledge of sort that you’ll be dead
Upon a calamitous fall;

Or taken in flight – a hawkish pounce –
Demolished as prey; your fate pronounce
You gone and to never recall.

O when to summon the sky
Little nestling?
When to summon the sky?

Aborting a den with
Feathered bed,
Unwavering mother who
Saw you fed –
Surrendering all so
You may spread
Your reach of tentative wings!

‘Tis only instinct –
E’er the reason –
Forging life:
The Nesting Season
And the trials it brings.

So up and summon the sky
Little nestling,
Up! and summon the sky!

Copyright ©:  Mark R Slaughter

End of the poem

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The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe

Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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