Breaking Free
They came to nest in my favorit plant,
the one I grew so many summers ago.
With pieces of twig, brown leaves and
discarded string they built their home.
Together they waited for the birth,
like young parents we all know.
Excited, hoping their little one would
live a long and happy life.
Inside the shell trapped and alive
he knew he must escape. But how?
He pushed his head out, a wing followed.
Freedom lay in front of him.
Suddenly he felt the warmth of his
mother, the softness of her feathers.
Shaking off pieces left on him, he
pushed the shell to the ground.
This pink, warm, featherless joy
of life came into his world.
His mother thought him beautiful
and sang his praises to all....
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