KILLDEER NEST

Posted on June 7, 2020 by | 4 Comments

 

 

Brand new day
in some places waiting
for the last egg to crack

from the inside out.
Metaphor for everything
that matters, exploding

to the four winds,
blindly finding legs
hard to corral

with shrill words
they’ve never heard
‘til now.

We waited ages,
marked it with a rock
in the gravel drive.

 

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4 responses to “KILLDEER NEST”

  1. Shirley Kirkpatrick | June 7, 2020 at 10:09 am | Reply

    Hard to compare to yesterday’s post, but this one nails it as well.

    Like

  2. sustainabilitea | June 7, 2020 at 3:32 pm | Reply

    What a beautiful egg! And look! Two very different colors on one harmonious shell. 🙂 It can happen!!

    janet

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Julie | June 8, 2020 at 8:12 am | Reply

    Yes, the metaphor for everything that matters……

    Like

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