July 30, 2023

when fledglings fledge

when fledglings fledge

what mysterious voice
whispers to fledgling ears,
“it’s time my darling dears…
it’s time to fly”

somehow they seem to know
that they’re equipped with wings 
and how to use those things
to ride the air

in just a few short weeks
from egg to youth they grow
ready, set, off they go
nest, left empty

~kat

Abhanga

Abhanga are written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. Don’t forget to title your poem.

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4 responses to “when fledglings fledge”

pensitivity101
July 30th, 2023 at 11:52 am

Lovely Kat! Are these your photos? Sadly I never got any pictures of the 15 blue tits that fledged from our little tit box in the bungalow.

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- Kat Myrman
  July 30th, 2023 at 12:20 pm
  
  Hi Di! Yes! The parents nested in the pot of one of my peace lily plants on the back porch! It’s been fascinating to watch and they don’t seem to mind us hanging out with them 😊
  
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  - pensitivity101
    July 30th, 2023 at 1:01 pm
    
    Oh how wonderful!!!
    
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Sadje
July 30th, 2023 at 12:36 pm

Cute.

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