The Ugly Little Bird
by Admiral Mahic
Someone has pulled me out of the grass
Because I had fallen
From a black branch.
O sweet! O wild!
The cats are evil here!
O am an ugly little bird – with my soft beak
I keep pecking at the running brook
And I screech when at someone
Bruuised by the brute force I look!
My wings still cannot fly
But I love to travel.
My little feet I can hardly raise.
Restraining my wild little shudders
I feebly into the sky gaze.
I do not want to be in the nest
In which darkness keeps me warm.
Alone and all my own
Weak and strong,
I remain out, in the storm!
Admiral
Copyright ©:
Admiral Mahic
A few random poems:
- Наум Коржавин – Песня лейб-казачьей сотни
- Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua by Samuel Coleridge
- Eclogue:–A Bit O’ Sly Coorten by William Barnes
- Robert Burns: Sonnet On Receiving A Favour: Addressed to Robert Graham, Esq. of Fintry.
- Как привить ребенку любовь к чтению: советы и рекомендации – Poetry Monster
- Вера Павлова – Телефонные кнопки
- On The Ice Islands Seen Floating In The German Ocean by William Cowper
- Everything by Philip Levine
- Sonnet Xvi Who Shall Invoke Her
- Юрий Коринец – Не кажется ли вам
- Chorus of Athenians poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Intorduction to the Songs of Experience by William Blake
- Вергилий – Лидия
- A Photograph on the Desk by Mary Etta Metcalf
- FLORECER by Manolo Arriola
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
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Doska or the Board – write anything
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