“The Little Gray Bird”


The Little Gray BirdSmall Bird

Upon a dry and stony mountain lip
she builds her nest with misty, rocky view.
A wondrous song she sings: “tschrip, tschrip”
and then a hoarse “zru-zru-zru”!

Cinereous, he feeds on seeds of earth.
His mustache, painted yellow,  manly sighs.
She sits upon her triple eggs to birth
and with her partner’s heart, they lullaby.

But as the silver fox now takes her bill,
he flutters for a moment; his wings rent.
His struggle: fierce;  he wilts and will lay still.
“Tschrip, tschrip, zru”, thus she laments.

She looks to heaven; flutters her wings, too:
“Tschrip, tschrip, zru-zru-zru!”

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7 Comments on ““The Little Gray Bird””

  1. M. L. Sexton
    April 30, 2014 at 3:11 pm #

    That sly fox.

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  2. jannatwrites
    May 1, 2014 at 3:35 am #

    While the fox does need to eat, my sympathies are for the poor bird.

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  3. peggyshope
    May 1, 2014 at 5:08 am #

    poor little bird! I can still hear her cry!

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  4. Christine
    May 1, 2014 at 5:13 pm #

    Sad and yet a little sweet. Poor bird!

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  5. Suzanne
    May 1, 2014 at 6:27 pm #

    Aw, so sweet and so sad. Beautiful work, as always! 🙂

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  6. jacquelinecaseypoetry
    May 2, 2014 at 1:50 am #

    Thank you, Suzanne!

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