Portia Burton

Rookie - 0 Points (24/4/1991 / London, U.K.)

The Birds - Poem by Portia Burton

Startled by the noise, I rush to the window
To see many birds perched all around
On the nearby trees and the mute buildings,

Beautiful in their plumage in warm sunshine,
Flaunting wonderful colours of various hues:
Splashed with yellow or red or gold or orange,
Or black or grey or white or soft blues;
Their round eyes bulged with brightness and wonder,
All of them are twittering loudly, as if in anger,
As if wanting to slash through the gentle morning breeze,
They are crying stridently, with sheer vehemence,
Not bothering about shattering the peace,
Or to be in discord with each other,
Yet they are crying as if in unison,
And all of them are gazing in one direction.

I follow their gaze and see on the pavement,
Two urchins kicking about a dead bird,
Laughing aloud merrily to see its feathers scatter.

Then suddenly like a bolt from high above,
A large bird, perhaps a kite, swiftly swoops down,
Scaring away the urchins, it picks up the dead bird,
And soars away high in the sky to be seen no more.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was greatly troubled to see the cruelty of those urchins who kicked around a dead bird. It is so sad that we don't bother about other creatures.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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