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187th Weekly Poetry Contest winner: Mother Bird

by peekaboonon

A mother bird,
In its nest -
Pushing its brood,
Flying - the test.

Stayed in the sky,
Flapped their wings.
Mother - so proud.
Brood - ready for what life brings.

But my mama bird -
A blood-sucking clegg -
Pushed me out,
Still in my egg.

No time to hatch.
Fell straight to the ground.
Raised, after damage,
Death - bound.

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