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.
new
life
sometimes
emerges
in peace lily pots
beaks in bloom midst the foliage
~kat
It’s been a few weeks since our resident Carolina wren began to roost keeping vigil over what we think is 4 eggs deposited in the nest she and her mate crafted in my flower pot. Right on time the chicks have emerged from their shells. Two weeks or so to fledgling day! We feel so honored that they are willing to share the back porch with us. What a miracle to behold!
The Fib
A syllabic form based on the Fibonacci Sequence: 1/1/2/3/5/8.
like mercury colliding... 