Their mother out of sight, had gone to fetch for them,
It was her purpose to navigate the unknown with trust,
To find for her young ones luscious food that which blossomed them,
Relentlessly, for her love and protection to them could never be contained

Covered by a glorious breeze that ran through them,
The two little birds easily welcomed the intimate air,
In that distilled sweet moment that braided their young dreams,
They waited for their mother with an anticipation born on faith

The two little birds were growing untamed and unpredictable love,
Love that made them feel warm and free from any hate,
Their innocence was awe-inspiring and ruinous at the same time,
But it was safely hidden from real and canny horrors of this world

It was a certain flattering innocence pepped with marvel,
That always brought them into a deep bliss that slipped their minds away,
And made them happy in their own solitary nature of their youngness,
Ravishing splashes of beautiful white, gray and dark colors in the night,
As they waited for the sounds of whistles and bustles of their mother’s coming



2 thoughts on “Two Little Birds

  1. Oh, to be so young and innocent and carefree. There is beauty in seeing the world through the eyes of a child. I love the “whistles and bustles” in the last line, very poetic, I can almost hear her coming. 🙂

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    1. So very glad you enjoyed this poem! The picture is inspiration and encourages us to embrace our lost childhood selves, dreams and nature. Poetry remains the highest level of human honesty. Don’t you agree?

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