In the heat strokes and in the burning sun,
To defend young ones from the hunter’s gun,
Collecting straws a lengthy fatigue,
What we throw as waste, in fact an antique,
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Hopes of future, the pleasant springs, I see more colors of the mighty wings... beautiful imagination...10
Fantastic narration, beautifully envisioned. Many thanks.....10
Nee hatchlings have no credible defense against the elements of nature and creature...Yet in time, they learn survival better than we, and ostensibly know how to enjoy and safeguard their freedom....better than we! Impressive penning, A.J. ~FjR~
New lives are hatched in the nest under the loving and prudent care of the mother! Let them fly aloft and conquer new horizons! I too join you in wishing 'All the Best... All the Best! ' Lovely song!
An amazing poem, all the best for the poet.