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An Act of Love

Courtesy : The Mag 197

By a sweep of unison,
They waited for her to
Take her first bite into
The offering made in
Part delight and mostly
Love.

After her humbled beaks
Quickly closed on each
Other, a sound, not
Of the crunch, but of
Waves of shared cries
Were heard striking
The bare and rocky
Shores.

Amidst those cries they
Danced wildly, encircling
The divine rendezvous
As if casting a mystic
Splendor which transcended
Slowly.

All the while her eyes
Grew moist with affection
And the hand that fed her
Swayed with the wind,
It were guided carefully in
Between.

And when they bid the hand
A final farewell, no
Words were shared, but it
Moved steadily towards
Those eyes and removed
A drop of tear. Cause after all
It was the only thing they
Cherished.

Comments

  1. Interesting to give the birds' point of view. The second poem that I have seen like this for this prompt. Nice one.

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  2. Third stanza especially nice.

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  3. A drop of tear. Cause after all
    It was the only thing they
    Cherished.
    life is sometimes just that , gratitude/ love words are not enough.......

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