This beautiful lady bird, (poem) by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER on AuthorsDen

This beautiful lady bird,
by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER → (All Poetry by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER)
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Ah, such wonderful beings out there in the woods, innocent and precious, close friendships I make, only to lose them to that bony misery
Good looking I cooed, Come on don’t be shy, Come on over get some food, More sweet-talk, and then to my hand she’d fly, We became very close, after a year or so, Then all on her own from far away she’d come, A hundred feet away and flying low, Wherever she’d be from, But now it’s worrisome for me, Her little foot is badly hurt, Gingerly she climbs that tree, My tiny little flirt, Hesitant, with obvious pain she lands, It breaks my heart to see her struggle so, Gingerly and cautious now she sits upon my hands, Always soothingly, I say, I know, I know, I thought it strange, how in the end, Find special treats to be more kind, A special caring hand I’d lend, More love my heart would find, All dressed in black and white, Impeccably and clean, She such beauty, such delight, And constantly she’d preen, But more sorrowful our meeting, She suffered more and more, We knew that time was fleeting, Soon she’d knock on heavens door, Winged angels did I pray in heaven Why not help this precious being, Alas already this be day eleven, My little downy I’m not seeing, I call, I coo, come here my precious friend, But, still is all, and quiet in the woods, I’ll take you home, your foot to mend, Secretly, I doubt I could, Strange with all the loving creatures, All my friends they are, All have different features, This one a little star, My Angelface is gone awhile, and now another, With all this flutter all about me, Still only look for her I bother, It’s only her I want to see, And now this one, and properly another, My God it never stops to grieve, Their death my heart does smoother, This bony man is such a thief, In shame, I hang my head, When later then I think, It’s best I’d be nice to all my friends instead, Those on my hand that at me blink, Still I call, and look, for my little downy fair, I look and call and hope, One more treat, with her to share, To see how she would cope,©10/12/2010

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on December 11, 2010

EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!! WORDS FROM VERY KIND HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on December 10, 2010

poignant read

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

You have magic in your veins. And perhaps Angel face spread the word. And yeah those birdies all look alike but maybe she trusted you to befriend her babies. Patrick

Reviewed by John Flanagan

This is the work of a carer, a man who loves and gives and feels, and it's delightfullly written and is genuinely sweet.
Thank You, Jasmin.

John

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

You have a heart of gold. Delightful and sweet poem.
Be well,
Christine

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

If only the world had more compassionate human beings like you, my friend. I truly hope that you see your little Angelface again soon, but if you don't, you'll certainly see her in the next life - and what a grand reunion that will be.