Fall Of The Fledgling Poem by Matt Mooney

Fall Of The Fledgling

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In the grass beneath the noisy rookery
The frightened fledgling crow I found:
He lay there flattened and dimished
By his fall from grace from far above.
I said I'd try to change his awful luck.

Raucous caws from a beak from 'Jaws',
When hungry, would go strangely silent
After he had swallowed what I fed him.
Satisfied, the little orphan went to sleep-
My mystery guest of feathered blackness.

He was not well this morning: sad to say
He died. I had my hopes that he'd survive
(I felt sad that I would never see him fly) .
As he left, the light he lit was turned out-
I can only try to understand the darkness.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 12 September 2012

A fantastic poem, really like it. Love how you put the story into your poems.

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Sonya Florentino 06 August 2009

love this little story...last 2 lines say it all... and though fleeting he brought a light to you and you to him.....

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Patti Masterman 05 August 2009

I love this. Crows are a favorite of mine. Perhaps because they seem so unlovable to most. But not to me. Your descriptions are so clear: 'The frightened fledgling crow I found: He lay there flattened and dimished By his fall from grace from far above.' I could just see his little beady eyes, full of wonder and fear toward this strange creature who, instead of eating him, took him in to nurse. Thanks for some great writing.

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Matt Mooney

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