A nest of intricate design
A piece of art unmatched in decor
Amid the verdurous darkness
Of needle like leaves
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A heart-rending poem indeed, Valsa-ji. Thanks for inviting me to read this. You have captured the bird's movements wonderfully well. The poignancy of the tragedy is well brought out at the end. (10)
It's an impressive and heart touching story of the mother birds. I see it in my nest and I see it in so many nests. What can we do, we are helpless.
Very touching indeed and this delicately woven piece has all the pathos of humanity........Valsa......we are all puppets in the hands of Nature........we are just mute spectators to her doing and undoing.......we react taking them into our heart......in return we moisten our eyes into tears out of sorrow or joy.......great write....
An excellent poem indeed. The cruelty of nature does leave one depressed.
nature is beautiful and cruel at the same time. This duality of nature is so well depicted!
Such grace and beauty skillfully told of selfless nurturing, then torn asunder and deleted, retribution but a poets loss and scorn, an indignation to that malevolent feline stealth. Fine write of natures struggles and out observations of its amenity and fury.
These little joys make one`s heart feel a sense of fullness and the rest is a phase of bliss mysterious. The power of writing scales to the peak of a splendid reverie that Charles Lamb would envy..
Thank you for sharing this, Valsa. The hectic life of bird parents is awe-inspiring, is it not? Ohhhhhhhhhhh, cats! I love cats- -in their homes, not my yard. For many many years we had quail families living in our bushes and single-filing across our driveway. and taking dust baths under our flaming bush.. they were such fun year after year.. then the neighborhood became infested with cats running loose. In two years all the quail families were gone- -dead or fled. It hurts to see the emptiness- it would be one thing if the cats were starving and had to hunt to survive... Very poignant write. 10