I always think of that verse about His eye being on the sparrow. If you can care about such a common and fragile creature, then you have a big heart. That's both blessing and curse, but goodness knows we need them.
There is a basin kept full A beautiful observation, Kerry, that offers a story that only the reader can complete. A poetic dialogue. :) And, strangely enough, I rescued a little bird this week.
This is a wonderful poem, and all those good intentions crumbling for that little drowned bird... remains me of when I found a drowned toad in the bottom of a pond we had built.
nature has its ways, even for our best intentions ~ but it's heartbreaking when these sudden discovers take one's breath away! You've captured the moment well Kerry - and well, it's still important to provide for them regardless, - people often don't realize just how vital water is for them too!
Sadly many birds have short lives, or cut short perhaps by squabbling with bigger bullies! I like how your piece demonstrated the difference between our lives and theirs.
Ah, the stream of thought that arises from your words is significant and painful. Something needful and kind can also lead to death and decay and our intentions do not matter when that happens. And the fleeting life is so fragile anyhow. So well penned! :-)
Oh my. That poor little bird. It is always sad when our good intentions go awry.
ReplyDeleteIt's never happened before..
DeleteI always think of that verse about His eye being on the sparrow. If you can care about such a common and fragile creature, then you have a big heart. That's both blessing and curse, but goodness knows we need them.
ReplyDeleteI always have my eye on the birds.. because I do need them.
DeleteThere is a basin kept full
ReplyDeleteA beautiful observation, Kerry, that offers a story that only the reader can complete. A poetic dialogue. :) And, strangely enough, I rescued a little bird this week.
I watched a bird taking a bath this morning from the safety of a newly added brick.. made me happy.
DeleteThis is a wonderful poem, and all those good intentions crumbling for that little drowned bird... remains me of when I found a drowned toad in the bottom of a pond we had built.
ReplyDeleteEverything is a metaphor in the end.
DeleteAww, poor thing. Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteSo sad, in spite of the death you brought the scene to life.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Helen.
Deletenature has its ways, even for our best intentions ~ but it's heartbreaking when these sudden discovers take one's breath away! You've captured the moment well Kerry - and well, it's still important to provide for them regardless, - people often don't realize just how vital water is for them too!
ReplyDeleteEspecially here where it doesn't rain for 5 months of the year!
DeleteThe ending was surprising and sad. I like the phrase "seed-eaters' thirsty beaks."
ReplyDeleteSadly many birds have short lives, or cut short perhaps by squabbling with bigger bullies! I like how your piece demonstrated the difference between our lives and theirs.
ReplyDeleteah.... life is too quick, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteThere's not much in it, really.
DeleteAwwww... gosh. Light and flight but of course, heavy. xoxo
ReplyDeleteAh, the stream of thought that arises from your words is significant and painful. Something needful and kind can also lead to death and decay and our intentions do not matter when that happens. And the fleeting life is so fragile anyhow.
ReplyDeleteSo well penned! :-)
Well, I was not expecting that. I love a story that surprises me, so expertly...
ReplyDelete...poor birdie.
Oh, I love this. You have such a beautiful heart.
ReplyDeleteGoodness, poor bird. I am always feeding birds and animals. They bring me such delight.
ReplyDeleteA good (but sad) twist at the end. poor bird!
ReplyDeleteOH... to think what you put there as sustenance could have been his undoing. Love this sad little story.
ReplyDeletePoor little guy. I love to watch birds. Good story, Kerry.
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