Like the others,
You were born in Spring.
My finest down lines your nest.
I caught every meal you’ve ever eaten.
Your body is lean.
Your wings, straight.
Spread them, little bird. Fly!
Sharp-toothed nightmares lurk below, but-
Don’t give up.
I won’t.
Even though you’re not
like the others.
Anthea lives in sunny Queensland, Australia. She’s always writing, even if it’s just in her head. Find her online at @WriterAnthea
So Beautiful. I love this.
Thank you – so glad you enjoyed it!
Winsome sentiment!
Thank you!
Beautiful!
Thank you!
so protective…yet encouraging.
Exactly the space I was trying to play in – thank you!
Wonderful!
Perfect parenting. Lovely metaphor. Keep going with these stories.
Really lovely.