Mom and dad bird
build the nest,
mother does the rest.
Father bird flies away,
goes off to play.
Mother bird feeds and protects,
father bird totally disconnects.
My mom raised 8 children
all alone,
daddy bird was gone.
Never showed his face,
he was some other place.
Daddy bird the father,
never did bother.
Birds of a feather,
suppose to flock together.
Daddy bird did his thing,
left me with a broken wing.
Before I learned to fly,
daddy bird said bye bye.
What began as Songs of the Angelic Gaze in the summer of 2006 continued the following year as The Bridge of Silver Wings, and developed even further two years after that into The Bridge of Silver Wings 2009. Whether readers describe it as a conversa
For the past two years (2006-2008) The Bridge of Silver Wings has earned a name for itself both as a series of poems published in different e-zines and as a book first published in 2007.
What makes this 2009 edition a special one is th
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