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Nursery
In the labyrinth small birds floating
That attend my deepest niches
They will not wish you to see them
As they spit up prey unswallowed
Do not break in on my darkness
As I preen while evening settles
On my cache of fallen feathers
And the downy nest of hatchlings
Comes the time of hour's feasting
Starling hosts surround me nearer
I'm assured they come to feed me
As they sacrifice their brothers
April 13 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
That attend my deepest niches
They will not wish you to see them
As they spit up prey unswallowed
Do not break in on my darkness
As I preen while evening settles
On my cache of fallen feathers
And the downy nest of hatchlings
Comes the time of hour's feasting
Starling hosts surround me nearer
I'm assured they come to feed me
As they sacrifice their brothers
April 13 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
Published 13th Apr 2017
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13th Apr 2017 4:35pm
I am loving the imagery - and the final stanza is perfection...
Really great writing...
jade!
Really great writing...
jade!
Why thank you tommy for the embrace, and the place of honor.
I'd better go now. Stephen King is on the other line...
I'd better go now. Stephen King is on the other line...
13th Apr 2017 7:46pm
Seems you need to observe the starlings' violence before you trust their words. If violence, sacrificial or otherwise, is a component of their behavior, their assurances are hollow. I doubt they come to feed the hungry but to drop bombs. Much to think about here even if I'm off the mark. Loved this nursery tale, Jade.
14th Apr 2017 8:39am
As long as it speaks to you, my friend, however it speaks, and that you were drawn to it. Thank you so much for sharing this with me.
14th Apr 2017 5:19am
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