Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Helen's Choice
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hatchlings aflutter
clutch is now born
mother nature's cycle preserved
hungry and squeaking
their mouths must be fed
mother bird celebrates and soars
seeking food while papa keeps watch
admiring his little heirlooms
Tiny lives :-)
ReplyDeleteReally ... little heirlooms ~ how delightful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen! Am glad you like it. I have fledglings learning to fly in my garden :))
DeleteWow. This is true for us, too. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is delightful! I love how you used "clutch."
ReplyDeleteWonderful use of words, Maggie Grace. And I love the photo. So many mouths to feed, so little time.
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Thank you to everyone who has visited and commented. So very appreciated. Wish a bird would choose our birdhouse one year. lol. I think they nest in the roof gutters.
ReplyDeleteI love nature poems...you took the list and created a a peek into the nest.
ReplyDeleteI tried to figure out the picture before I read the poem. Amazing photo - once I read the poem and could then see the open beaks! Sweet poem of the proud papa!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Robyn. It was fun finding the photo :)
DeleteYou have written a poem which celebrates nature's renewal, and the words from the list fit seamlessly into your lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kerry. Have been having close encounters with my garden birds lately. Haven't seen a nest though. Not young ones like the photo.
DeleteNice job and great pic! I didn't ven notice the words they blended so well into you poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sam. Such a lovely compliment!
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