ES (February 4,1990 / Mt. Airy, NC)

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Must poems always be about love, or hate?
Must they always mention God, or fate?
I want to write a poem that's new
But something you can still relate to.

There once was a bird, sitting upon a limb.
A small, baby bird; his mother behind him.
He peered o'er the nest, to the ground far below.
His mum, she pushed him off, and watched him go
Down, down, further still, until he hit the bottom
The baby bird was just an egg, one that had turned up rotten.

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too bad. life goes on, I'm sure she had a few more eggs.
No God, love or hate here, just natural selection. As far as fate...that egg got a bad deal...