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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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18 comments:

  1. very sweet story of the bird..

    hope it is a true one..

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

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  3. 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.

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  4. Excellently done, and excellently written.

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

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  6. 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.

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  7. Jim, this poem touched me...it 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.

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  8. 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.

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

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

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  11. 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.

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  12. Jim,

    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!

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  13. 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.)

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

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

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  16. “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!

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

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