Lowered eyes, every footfall soundless,
bony shoulders rise and fall as pistons
And strike! Death is delivered,
the quarry stilled in an instant.
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Love your words Maggie. Glad birdie was taken back alive. I was fortunate to only have to care for stuffed Larry Lion.
Oh no! ! ! Poor birdie! This is really, really well written...also the reason I don't stick my hand up for pet sitting lol x
Very nice poem about one (of many of) life's little tragedies... well done Maggie... Terry
How a weekend can renew- good poem I invite you to read my poems and comment. Yours Gajanan Mishra
i've got a sneaky (well, not TOO sneaky) feeling that the last to comment before this comment did miss something important in your storytelling. well, it was important at least to the lifeless scrap of blue. beautifully done says this bird watcher. i had a parakeet as a boy in New York State, u.s.a., before the doctor said i was allergic to chocolate and feathers. i don't think it was true; it isn't today! anyway my birdie fell victim to the cat at the church family's house it was given to. one question please. Here they come refers to? the words of praise? the fingers, claws, etc.? or the little children? or? i'll have to put this first-of-your-poems-read-by-me into my mypoemlist. thanks for sharing. b.e.