The Best I Could Do
Baby bird falls hard
onto number sixteen green,
leaving nest for good.
I fold you down soft
into the rough, leaving you
is the hardest thing.
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This must have been tough.
Awww, that poor baby bird! Poor you.
And thank you for the action and the tribute! Wonderful word choices.
Always sad to find a baby bird that didn’t make it. I think the detail about finding it by the 16th green (golf course—right?) is an interesting detail that says lots about humans and nature.
Thanks, Kim. Yes, the reference to golf (and its manicured, surface) was intended as contrast to the natural and I think, adds to the sadness.