the child
cries with outrage
his mother calls
in her own voice
"cry my child"
his father calls
"be strong my child"
and i whisper soft encouragement
and quiet assurances
that i don't wish anything more
than to share this little space
coming to terms
1 day ago
18 comments:
There's much poignancy in these cries of need, met with encouragement and exhortation. Thanks, steven.
A gentle and perfect sentiment. Don't we hope that they, in some way of nature, understand?
rick
We need both messages, don't we? Cry loudly and remember how powerful we are. All "truths" contain paradox. I guess that's why we need two parents, at least ... also wise bystanders such as yourself.
elisabeth - i imagine that in some form these cries and the rejoinders of their parents are similar across all living things. steven
rick - i always talk to birds and animals and fish and hope that some quality of tone carries my sentiments across to their world. steven
reya - yes! cry loudly and remember our powerful selves. especially when we become our own parents. steven
Ah, we have 4 of these little criers right now...although their Papa yells loudest, running off all intruders from the nest. Except for Hubby, the dog and me. :)
Nicely said.
Seems to me this little one is demanding the undivided attention of its parents - just like children really.
4! hope that's cool. we've gone through waves of baby blackbirds, robins, and mourning doves. this is the last one i know of. there are nests everywhere! steven
weaver - so like children. steven
the hawk who built here nest in our pecan tree is still around. I see her in the mornings especially. I can't tell what's going on though. she'll get in the nest and looks like she is rearranging small twigs. I guess she has eggs or babies but can't tell. lots of activity around it though.
Awww- the photos of the little newbie just makes me want to MOTHER...By the way I am loving all of your photos of flowers, deep and rich colour and very close- personal...Really good.
So beautiful. Thank you for this!
Is this a little chick in the lettuce leaves?
Best watch out for the big bad cat!
As always, you tug at the heartstrings.
ellen - the hawks are about one hundred metres from me where the food runs around the fields and they - hovering discreetly overhead - get to pick out their meal! steven
linda sue - they have exactly the same ambience about them as newbie human babies don't they!! that frustrated helplessness that grabs your heart - i can feel that memory in my heart as i write it. steven
d'artagnan - thanks for your gracious comment. steven
friko - it's the strangest thing but as the weather turned really warm the cats have disappeared. in fact when the baby birds started arriving, the cats were no longer to be seen. how strange because there's easy pickings right there for them!!! steven
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