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Robinís Child in Spring
by Dawn Richerson

Sunday, November 03, 2002

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Yesterday red-breasted robinís child
from safe-nested home,
its baby-bird cries barely audible
over gathering March winds
that must have frightened
him now again.

Looking up, I was glad to see mama bird
her tiny feet perched
in pre-flight preparation. As she swooped
down, her insufferable squawks
pierced me. I understood
too late again.

Daring a vertical dive, malicious mother
without mercy
flesh of her flesh. Helpless, I knew last
thoughts of little one, how his heart lifted
to think sheíd come to carry him
back home again.

Today I bury scattered feathers and flesh
like fragmented faith
of mine. Haunted by baby birdís final sight
of his mother tearing his flesh, I consider
him a kindred spirit, hope he
will fly again.

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Reviewed by na na (Reader) 11/8/2002
This cut right through me. I hurt and I ache and I moan over this sad little tale. Bill
Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen 11/3/2002
Oh my god! I was totally not expecting that, what a stunner, which I like, and this part:

Helpless, I knew last
thoughts of little one, how his heart lifted
to think sheíd come to carry him
back home again.

Aches! Life...can suck, more so when the parent consumes the baby birds spirit and leaves rended flesh to try to survive. Great piece, Dawn!

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