A Muddy River

Robin in Srping

You are red-breasted, your song flute-like,
Your wings brown, your sharp eyes whitely circled.
A common day your voice makes remarkable;
So rare, you laid a single light blue egg.
As your mate vanished in northern flight,
Not perceiving reason, you cawed alarm
Plummeting before an olive-drab truck;
Callused-index-fingered riders caged you.
Escaping, you darted directly to a lawn
And plucked a burrowing worm; starving, you bore it
To your nestling, ravenous for her breath.
Your albino fledgling shudders on the edge
Of the nest, as summer winds sway the tree,
And below, a muddy river roars silently.

This poem origionally published in “The Timbre of Sand.”

The Timbre Of Sand - By Stephen Page
The Timbre Of Sand – By Stephen Page

 

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4 thoughts on “A Muddy River

  1. Hello Stephen,
    thank you so much for following my blog. I feel so humbled to have brilliant writers like yourself taking the time to read my posts. I have read two poems of yours and like both very much. This one is so beautifully crafted!

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