A nest of bluebell robin's eggs
Does sit upon a bow.
Three in all these eggs do count,
The mother bird, so proud.
A sunny day fine cracks appear
In one blue china shell,
And soon, a baby bird appears
Ungainly, soft, and well.
Presently, another egg
Does break apart to shards
An orange-yellow beak
Speaks its first small chirps and words.
Now only one remains inside
Its shelter, pastel blue,
With baited breath, I wait
For it to gently emerge too.
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PoetryI am a stargazer, Tracing constellations Through galaxies of free floating thought, Distilling the contents of my scattered mind Into clearer images, And painting them across the insides Of my night-dark eyelids. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #118 (6/20...
