Empty Nest Décima

Hear the squawking of mother bird,
Chased by the devilish kittens,
Captured in their furry mittens.
Ears pricked. The silence was stirred,
But her pleading was quickly slurred.
Bringing emptiness to mourning.
Her baby bird awoke, yawning,
And longing for the feathered quilt,
Mother’s wings in the nest she built.
The baby sensed a shift dawning.

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In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge #14 found here

Newborn Wings Triquint

Spiteful taunts and unwelcome prying.
Don’t let them see us crying.
Wings born from trying.
High flying
Nerds.

We wait, until after much lying,
We see the truth untying.
Wings born from trying.
High flying
Words.

We rose above, there’s no denying,
Our gravity-defying
Wings born from trying.
High flying
Birds.

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In response to Mindlovemisery’s Triquint prompt found here

Ode to Parakeets

Oh, the beautiful parakeet,
With your soft, ruffled feathers,
In layers of sumptuous plumage.
You take flight with grace,
Landing like gymnasts.
You sing a tune, so gently,
As you admire your reflection,
After hours of preening.
Understandable conceit,
Oh, the beautiful parakeet.

Shared for Open Link Night #267 at dVerse found here