Poetry Is a Baby Bird Hatching
Growing too big for the egg
It pushes out
With all its strength and might
So naive of the outside world
Yet so determined to push through the shell
And leave its comfort zone
To see new world
Scribbles, tinkles, sprinkles, twinkle twinkle
Innocent eyes see the light
The feathers make little moves
The legs straighten out
The beak toughen
Making little sounds
Songs of freedom, songs of new dawn, songs of flight
Mama bird guides it through
Feeding styles
Hunting tactics
Feelings of depthness
Staying active
Lessons of, reasons to, seasons for
It heeds the advice
It follows its instincts
And lets the words flow
Far beyond the paper
Like a baby bird
Growing and flying higher
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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