Sunday, November 29, 2009

One Single Impression: Migration

Migration Interrupted

I was wakened early one fall morning
by the strangest ruckus I'd ever heard.
Nothing was there to see when I appeared
except this forlorn lonely little bird.

He was lying on the lawn, near the bush
where the old grey ringneck dove makes her nest.
Took him for dead, I went for my shovel.
In the garden I'd dig his final rest.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw,
I saw his blinking, blinking teary eye.
So tired was he, love of the living God.
Poor little creature fallen from the sky.

He'd lost his way, fell away from the skein.
He couldn't keep up 'cause he was so small.
The other young birds were strong and healthy,
but late in time he was born in the fall.

I carried that young one into my home,
fed and nourished him with birdseed and worms.
Exercise and sleep now primed for release.
Come spring he'll join his kind, the flock returns.

Please wish him well as this is not the norm,
birds in captivity making the grade.
Wish him to live happy ever after,
with his folks. No longer here in his cage.

Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

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"Migration" as prompt was
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At Saturday, November 28, 2009 11:28:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

very sweet story of the bird..

hope it is a true one..

At Sunday, November 29, 2009 12:20:00 AM, Anonymous The Dark Lord said...

Ah, this is such a charming narration.. I hope the bird fits in seamlessly with its flock!

At Sunday, November 29, 2009 1:12:00 AM, Blogger Loch Rob said...

Jim, very well done. Nursing him back to health? I remember doing the same for a hummingbird that "collapsed" in the heat of our garage. He later flew off okay, though I didn't have to keep him for the winter. I liked the flow and rhyming of your poem.

At Sunday, November 29, 2009 4:03:00 AM, Blogger anthonynorth said...

Excellently done, and excellently written.

At Sunday, November 29, 2009 4:25:00 AM, Blogger Maggie said...

Wonderful poem and such a sweet thing to do. I am sure you enjoyed each others company.

At Sunday, November 29, 2009 6:45:00 AM, Blogger SandyCarlson said...

I like this very, very much. We have our place in the universe WITH all other living beings. This is a beautiful story of kinship.

At Sunday, November 29, 2009 7:36:00 AM, Blogger Sweetest in the Gale said...

Jim, this poem touched was sweetly told, and spoke not just of this little bird's struggle for life, but of the gift of compassion. Wonderful! Thank you for sharing your words.

At Sunday, November 29, 2009 8:52:00 AM, Blogger Amias said...

Deeply touched by this one Jim, brought a tear to these old tired eyes, as your story is so about life in general ... this is a wonderful take on the prompt.

A man revealing his gentle side is a very unique human being.

At Sunday, November 29, 2009 6:18:00 PM, Anonymous if said...

very touching and beautiful story.....thanks Jim!!

At Sunday, November 29, 2009 9:11:00 PM, Blogger Jukota said...

a really nice poem that leaves the reader with a good feeling. we need more of those!

At Sunday, November 29, 2009 10:01:00 PM, Blogger Jeeves said...

Nice one

At Monday, November 30, 2009 4:59:00 AM, Blogger spacedlaw said...

Such a sweet engaging story!

At Monday, November 30, 2009 2:59:00 PM, Blogger Tammie Lee said...

ah, a sweet and tender tale. Do you really live with this little bird?

you mentioned me helping the placement of the stones in my photo. I did not touch them. I think the frozen ground maybe rose up around the stones, not sure really. The riverbank was paved like that. Never saw that before! Thank you for your visit.

At Monday, November 30, 2009 8:18:00 PM, Blogger Jukota said...


Thanks for visiting my site even though I haven't written a poem, yet. Too much other stuff right now to be able to wrap my head around the prompt, but I appreciate your thoughts and insights, and I'm surprised you visited my other blog. As far as I know, you would be the first to do that! Thanks, and keep up the good writing!

At Tuesday, December 01, 2009 11:53:00 AM, Blogger Poetikat said...

When I was a teen, my dad came home with a bird with no tail. He put up a clothesline in my bedroom for it to perch and of course it wobbled a bit, but we tried to nurse it back to healt - to no avail. He wasn't the only bird rescue in my history; my dad was always saving the Lord's creatures.

(I don't see my name on any of your lists Jim.)

At Tuesday, December 01, 2009 12:48:00 PM, Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Sweet tale - always a hope for success. I like this.

At Wednesday, December 02, 2009 5:21:00 PM, Blogger Patti said...

Glad it wasn't a sad ending Jim...sad endings make me cry~ Have a great week!

At Thursday, December 03, 2009 12:57:00 AM, Blogger gabrielle said...

“He'd lost his way, fell away from the skein.“
This is my favorite line. who of us hasn’t fallen away from the skein? such tenderness in the rescue and wisdom in the release!

At Friday, December 04, 2009 4:04:00 PM, Anonymous one more believer said...

oh that was a beauty jim.. the wonder of hope


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