Wednesday, March 8, 2006

A Dead Birds Feather Offers Comfort To A Young Boy Comments

Rating: 5.0

A broken battered bird
limp winged and misty eyed
Nestled itself in the bed
of the grass.
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John Tiong Chunghoo 27 April 2006

this poem made me angry for the obvious reason because you did not do anything for the little bird. how could you be so insensitive?

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Theresa Rayman 08 March 2006

Very nicely written, great imagery and a subtle yet effective message about the tenderness of even the smallest life. My daughter also had a 'graveyard' in our yard for all the little critters we tried to nurse back to health. This brought back memories- well done! - TGR

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Devang Gandhi 08 March 2006

Very well spoken. It's really funny how we and a bird have so much in common. We don't realise how much it means to us before its gone... Devang Gandhi

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Gina Onyemaechi 08 March 2006

Here's to you and your little boy for paying the birdie such great homage. And yeah, that 'watching death is different than watching life' line stuck on me as well. Serene, sombre, and sad piece of writing. Fond regards, Gina.

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