Tiny Birds

A poem

Photo by Ray Hennessy on Unsplash

Rounding the corner, I scared a tiny bird
who had been chasing a white feather
nest building, lining it softly

Other birds chatter in my silver birch tree
calling out news and flights to my roof
the underground fungi has started saplings

Flowers are blooming, ending and budding
color continues in the garden, 
not mine-
it’s owned by the creatures who make it their home

Published in The Lark

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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