Fledglings

A soft sound on a breeze catches my ear

My eyes sift to the capture a profound site

Three fledglings, beaks pointing up for a meal

Sensing mom wouldn’t want me to be near

Her instinct to shield her babes is her right

Intuition only a parent can feel

© Zora Zebic 2016

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