Peacock Story 8 - A Sad Poem

yesterday
five freckled eggs
nestled under warm feathers

today
they have gone
there is not a shell left

and poor Miss P
is calling
sadly

by Alison Cassidy

Comments (15)

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?
Just a few words but again, Allie, you have managed to create not just a story but an atmosphere. Eleven comments before this one prove that you have got the message across in your inimitable way. A sad poem, yes, but it's good to be able to read quality poetry again. Top marks. Love, Fran xxx
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