It was a new day
When the nest burst
One fell
From the rest of us
The air was hot
And we ached for a breeze
We reached the edges
And made stars of ourselves
Unfurled for the first time
Stretched every sinew
Beyond what we had known
So far
Every feather to feel
This bloody world below
Beautiful photo. Hope the birds are doing ok.
powerful... I am reading Derek Mahon's "The Yellow Book".. your poem here reminds me of his voice..