Bird becomings

The ancient eavesdropper

Bird becomings

Have you ever
the life of an egg?
At once so firm,
hard to break,
that hollow
containing nutrients
and a tiny being
waiting to be fed.

Blue oval eggs
stirred, awakened
that veil removed by
a sharp tooth
on a beak,
splitting the shell
wide open, agape.
Nostrils collecting air,
circulating blood through the body,
a new life away from the catacomb
outside of the albumin
and the underside
of mother’s plumage.

In wide open spaces
a giant world
to a now
grounded newborn,
fond of tomorrow,
unaware of the

From this point on
the makings of the chick
have been prepared,
organized and
now walk, take a step,
oops, get up…
or stumble
on two feet,
feathery tufts
strutting about
on an oversized head
attached to shaky shoulders
and wobbly legs.
All this from an egg!
Mom couldn’t be prouder
of the progeny she laid.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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