The Killdeer

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I forget the world is waiting

Somewhere outside the sunlit meadow

When her tiny chirps beg

For my undivided attention

On her scrawny skittering curiosity.

With an eye like a sunset,

Deep crimson dancing behind ancient shadows,

She watches me as if I am her flightless baby.

Her beak shatters into the ancestral roar,

 "Where were you?" — her little mouth pinching it into

"K'dew, k'dew, k'dew!"

I laugh in response.

She darts away on candlewick legs,

Her eyes blaze; the white of her throat

As bright as a distant star;

Slick black feathers hold it close—

Fragile stormclouds that don't drift far.

She spreads her wings and soars into the red-gold day,

As I wonder what world she makes

When the sun sets. 

Animal EmotionOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora