When I found them,
There were two.
Two eggs and two birds.
Flightless.
I did what I could to guard them.
I watched over them,
I put protection around them.
Flightless.
With care from a loving mother,
They were kept warm and fed.
Four baby birds.
Flightless.
Then, to soon,
Their lives cut short.
A sudden loss, an empty nest.
Flightless.
June 24, 2022
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Tears; Joy and Sadness
PoetryThese are my poems that I have written and am writing in the year of 2022. Any images used for and in this book are mine, taken by me, unless otherwise noted. Thankyou for reading, I appreciate your support, and do my best to return it. GodsP...
