Monday, June 16, 2014

Bird Wing

She smells of soft and feathery things

Her mother's love and angel wings.

Her call is like the catbird's cry

Her mama runs and so do I

Whenever we hear that plaintive song 

as it

Rings through Northview's sunny halls.......

The call of the wild granddaughter

Early, late, and often


Rev. Paul said...

Clever ... and cute.

Throwback at Trapper Creek said...

She looks like she's planning something...

jan said...

If we had only known the power we had back then...

Terry and Linda said...

Well done!! You gave me a very big smile!


Cathy said...

Oh perfect.
Just perfect.
I'm going to read it again.
Your muse is adorable :)

joated said...

Beautiful !

threecollie said...

REv. Paul, thanks, she really does sound exactly like a catbird when she first starts making "come 'n' get me noises". So much so that I throw my head up and listen closer whenever I hear the bird.

Nita, I think she usually is. lol

Jan, oh, yeah!

Linda, thanks, I'm glad.

Cathy, thanks. I let it sit for a while, because I couldn't rhyme the last part and then I said the heck with it. Not as if it is meant for the ages, just a silly little thing that came to me when I was holding her out on the porch a few weeks ago.

Joated, thanks!