Little Woodcock

for daddy

Beady, black eyes
Hiding in the dead leaves.

Beautiful fear

When I walk near you.

Bring back summer-time

      Little woodcock.

So I can hear your

Hard, rasp call.

Beautiful, beep.

Bring back summer-time

      Little woodcock.

In the hidden sun,
When it leaves the earth.

You fly around my head

And dive into the cricket's pasture.
Bring back summer-time
      Little woodcock.

Leaving reminisce of

Small, white stains

And thin beaked holes

And you put me to sleep
With your

Hard,
Rasp,

Call.

Bring back summer-time 
      Little woodcock.

Snow          drifts.
Winter has fallen
       Hard.

Reviews

[The Nude Writer]

Oh I love this :) wonderful use of birds :) I kinda did someting like this.. But I think yours is better ;)

[Acer]

Beautiful piece

[Erin Michelle]

thank you

[Acer]

It's a my great pleasure indeed. :''-)
i loved few lines here,

In the hidden sun,
When it leaves the earth.
You fly around my head
And dive into the cricket's pasture...

great lines, these lines has their own value, has their own impact.

[Erin Michelle]

If you ever get a chance to meet a woodcock before it nests at night, it's a beautiful thing.

[Acer]

Great, but yet i ever didn't see him, but by your word's it seems that it's a beautiful* & now i'm thinking i should have to see him on the net.

[Jack...]

Very calming and serene is your poem. Nature creates the most beautiful visions and sounds and your words bring them to light perfectly. I enjoyed this piece.

[Erin Michelle]

Thank you very much :) Nature is where I feel most at home, so of course it brings out some great emotions
I'm glad you enjoyed it!