Thriller

On the grass a little swallow fell
With a sudden muffled squeak,
In a desperate cry for help,
Gaping its soft yellow beak.

I've seen the nestling before:
Impatient, greedy, it readily
Gulped the food brought for
The whole swallow family.
The little soul, willing
To try in the sunlit sky
Trembling unfledged wings,
Failed its first trial flight.

Back home, made of mud,
Eight black eyes peered out,
As their parents darted above
It with agonizing shouts!

There were two more creatures,
Watching the nestling's suffering:
A frisky magpie on the pear-tree
And a lazy cat on the scaffolding.


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And no Thumbelina in sight to rescue.

Real life is tough...

Мистер Ван Ю   25.04.2016 03:35     Заявить о нарушении
Right you are...
It is tough...

Ксения Желева   25.04.2016 08:30   Заявить о нарушении
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