What does the morning bring
with its drops of dew?
A peaceful haven
for a creature or two.
Destined to meet
a blackbird and worm;
the blackbird on high
watching him squirm.
Down she comes
in full sight of me.
Keeping her distance,
waiting to see
if I will do anything
as I take in the sun,
as she wants breakfast
to feed her little one.
Closer she hops.
In her there's no fear.
Her goal is to nourish,
it would appear.
With one eye on me
and turned to the right;
ready to catch
and if need be take flight.
The worm,
he flew up into the air,
thrown up by the blackbird
with out so much of a care.
All gobbled down whole
and with one passing look
she spread her wings
and to flight she took.
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Out From Within the Shadow
ПоэзияIntroduction In March 2013, following the completion of From Within The Shadow, I reached the point of feeling and being like I'd found my way out from within the shadow. With each step it felt like I was opening like a flower: Blossoming, growing s...