Attribution: Laitche
Image: Barn Swallow Feeding its Young (here)
the 12 given words:
call righteous work hold keys
pattern lies feed ends drop flat easy
Call of the motherly instinct
Righteous work that holds the key
to love patterns of living things
Therein lies the responsibility
Whereby right from birth
To feed the baby bird outright
Will mean scouring Mother Earth
for edibles to provide
Such is the irk
for not being blessed
with the goodness of mother's milk
Instead mother bird is hard pressed
endlessly for likely substitutes
To be dropped into waiting mouths
berries or worms as food
even at great speed flat out
Such is the ingenuity
for continuance of the progeny
Mother bird has to fast intrude daily
and makes it look so easy
For Brenda's Sunday Whirl's Wordle #275 and
Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #329
I only know too well that motherly instinct Hank but unfortunately it falls on deaf ears.
ReplyDeleteGreat post, a pleasure to read.
Yvonne.
a good one Hank...
ReplyDeleteMother's make it look easy indeed, at least the good ones.
ReplyDeleteBirds definitely know how to mother their babies!
ReplyDeleteNice one to ponder
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Well thought out. "Motherly instinct" - "Mother Earth
ReplyDeletefor edibles to provide"
I love this poem, and the indefatigable mother birds that somehow manage to get their babies fed. Good one, Hank.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done!!❤️
ReplyDeleteA mother bird's tenacity is amazing. Pity more human mother's don't possess that.
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