�Robin Red Breast�

When the nest falls from the highest
Hitting every branch on it’s way down
Smashing into obstacles left, right and centre
Will they shatter on contact with below?

With clipped wings desperate to begin
The need becomes greater in emergencies
And the screams of assistance get louder
The closer they speed towards the end

Dropping to the ground with bounces and rolls
Tiny stars rotate around confused little minds
Frantic flaps all in vain as they end up going nowhere
They are not safe with panicked running and crawls

With hands doing everything
Except being helpful
You know that when you surround this little soul
That he cannot fly straight upwards

With a sky mocking and stretching miles above
Spin look in every direction
Tiny heart beats treble quick
As the ground gets smaller and closer

A flap fast fright
To beat twist hide…
When the red chest no longer directs the breath inside.
So where will he go to survive?


 

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

A flap fast fright
To beat twist hide�
When the red chest no longer directs the breath inside.
So where will he go to survive?

Whew...this is fast and furious. It just gains intensity and speed as you whip me along...down, down, down...spiralling. I get the feeling that it is a metaphor for a man's life. One that has been beaten down by life and yet must some how find a way to survive yet another day. I like this one a lot.