Happy baby bird
shoved out of the nest
falls flat on her face;
stunned and confused
but not dead — No,
more alive than ever.
She walks on sturdy legs
through tall blades of grass
like a magnificent forest,
eyeing her destination
ahead in the east:
a world where she flies,
trusts her own strength
and partakes of a feast.
Posted by: Lisa | January 30, 2016
Out of the Nest
Posted in Poetry
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