Fallen birdling
by poetrydiary
Amongst the scents of watching summer:
sweet lilies and petunias,
cracked eggshells and tiring grass;
the fallen swift lay alone,
lost and empty.
“Fill me! Fill me!” his fledgling’s cry,
and age-lined leaves rustled in reply:
“Look up, look up – recall the joys
of air and sky you felt just once
(before you hit the ground)”
He looked, and called, and looked again.
The leaves watched till it grew dark,
and in the morning, he was gone.
poetry diary 
you are sensitive and thoughtful writer ~ lovely capture of nature’s scene
sad, powerfully put.
welcome share 1 to 3 random poems with us today.
keep it up.
Oh that’s tragic and yet hopeful… little fledgling… wish I could hold him and take care of him. xx
sad yet hopeful in a way…
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I love your choice of words which show a reflection of the harsh reality of nature! Poor bird.
It held me from the first line. The image of “watching summer” I thought inspirational. The rest did not disappoint.
Thank you all for your comments. A note to those who posted more melancholic responses: the baby swift that inspired this poem was in fact later rescued and took to the air a week later heading for Africa……but that would spoil the poem!
Very beautiful, a sense of urgency in few words is remarkable.