The Lowly Cur
a barbarous fête
chirping, featherless nestlings,
beaks agape, bobbing,
poor worm dangling, sacrificed
to sate the ravenous brood
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synonyms of the words: sing: chirp & celebrate: fête. The dark side of Spring. I love baby birds, but today, I’m remembering the worm. 😉
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May 2nd, 2018 at 9:27 am
Excellent! I love this Tanka. ❤
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May 2nd, 2018 at 10:30 am
Thank you Colleen. Nobody sings the praises of the worm. 😉 heehee!
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May 2nd, 2018 at 10:41 am
LOL! Food for thought! 🤣
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May 2nd, 2018 at 10:46 am
We have to stick up for the underdog you know! 😉
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May 3rd, 2018 at 2:16 am
simply beautiful…
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May 3rd, 2018 at 8:53 am
Thank you…:)
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May 3rd, 2018 at 3:32 pm
Such Scrumptious Delights. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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May 3rd, 2018 at 6:22 pm
Poor poor worms! 🤣🤩🤣
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May 4th, 2018 at 12:29 pm
Nature’s a harsh mother😊
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May 4th, 2018 at 2:02 pm
She is that. Survival of the fittest!
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May 4th, 2018 at 4:16 pm
A harsh world ,a struggle.💜
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May 7th, 2018 at 2:04 am
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