Fly The Nest
Hi there! I have a nice little poem that was previously available in Watchdog Zine for you today, which will be perfect if you like birds (just like my poetry collection On Gentle Wings – trust me, it’s completely full of bird-inspired poetry). Also, quick reminder that The Demon Of Darkenhall Lane, my new fantasy-romance novel, is available both as a completely free eBook and in print. Any honest reviews will be loved and appreciated! But enough of that and on to the poem!
Fly The NestHe was the first to fly the nest,
little brown head and rosen breast
peeking out of the woven home
from which he knew he had to roam.
Preening his feathers with tiny beak,
he took a step and made a squeak,
gathering courage with a trembling heart
he hopped and left, a fluffy dart
against the forest, as he fell,
wings flapping wildly against the swell
of rushing wind, a disguised friend
carrying him to the maiden flight’s end.
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