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Peacock Story 8 - A Sad Poem
AC (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Peacock Story 8 - A Sad Poem

Poem By Alison Cassidy

five freckled eggs
nestled under warm feathers

they have gone
there is not a shell left

and poor Miss P
is calling

User Rating: 4,7 / 5 ( 13 votes ) 16

Comments (16)

Poor bird to have lost all its eggs! A really sad story!
Not a poem for the birds... very sad, nature is not always kind, especially to the innocent... Glad to be enjoying your work today, thanks! Lee
Very touching really...oh, so sad..but tell Ms. P. she'll have the five freckled eggs next time..
A truly haunting epigram that lives up to its title. The comments are fascinating. Some readers thought the babies had grown and others took them for victims of violence. I thought they were done in but now am unsure. I think I shall savor the ambiguity.
Surely nature at her worst?