The Fledglings
April’s offspring dream
of dancing on sunshine-lofted
currents swirling, rising
clinging to the billowing curve
of cumulus clouds. Tentative,
new-fledged wings unfold,
try the gentle breeze, testing
tender feathers, ruffled,
teetering at the nest’s edge.
Flicker-tail balanced, perched –
hungry to wet the beak,
to sprinkle feathers in the garden bath
after a fruitful morning
a stealthy cat has a nose for rain.
Today’s poem is brought to you by the words: Birth, Offspring, Feathers, Unfold, Sprinkle, Fruitful, Beak, Nose, Tail, and Perch from Writing Prompt – Creative Copy Challenge #705 | Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge (wordpress.com)
Great poem, Holly.
Outstanding power in your presence but also on your prose. All this as a blessing waiting to pay for an am meal.
Your writing is proof of your love of your inward parts which allows you to love others’
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Pete! Hi. 🙂 I am so glad you dropped by my “online home.” It was good chatting with you this morning, and I’m sorry I had to rush off. I’d love to hear more about you and your music. I have heard you play (I’m the one that was clutching her head a few months over the volume of the boombox – no complaints over your choice of musical artists, though!) I enjoyed your live music more.
Thank you!
Thank you! And I had the best intentions of keeping up with A to Z this year, but some years, it’s just not meant to be. 🙂