BroodingA Poem by Shin ( formerly known as ) Bidayah
A mother broods. And from time to time she gets hot, I realize of course that its the only way to hatch the eggs, But she ought to pay more attention to Bidayah's needs, She used to care for him, among the many chicks, Some turned into swans, peacocks but some were plain chicken, But Bidayah grew into an eagle and I, Shin, trained him, We still do that in Mongolia. Its for the hunt. But I don't know what it is? She must think he doesn't need her, OK, OK, he's a bit of an exhibitionist, but who isn't? She loves to have her brood under her wing, safe and secure. She likes it that the kids need her. But Bidayah is Tengri! He is pledged to a cause and would one day die the way he lived. There are days when she thinks of him. It shows in the eyes. I guess she misses him, but you won't hear her say that.
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1 Review Added on May 14, 2012 Last Updated on May 14, 2012 AuthorShin ( formerly known as ) BidayahRome, ItalyAboutThis is the alter ego site of Dayran. This site is currently closed until further notice. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Karpagathenium - A World Theater http://karpagathenium... more..Writing
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