She flew into the window closed
my attention drawn
to the thud then flutter
dove escaping squirrel
A change of course but
no loss in flight
protectress of her nest
neither pleasure nor pain
to be acknowledge
Simply survival
In spring there is a frenzy
to brith, bring new life
protect
There is no time for pleasure or pain
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Author’s Note.
Today’s Challenge – “Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.“Holly Lyn Walrath.
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