Grown men cry saving birds in nests perched high,
Teeter on long bamboo poles,
Fighting snakes,
and extinction,
Cry in despair when a chick dies,
Cry in joy,
When two,
Shake tremulous crowns, childhood plumes,
So tenuous,
Parents squacking overhead in the damp,
Damp valley,
Valley so high on the dull,
Dull mountain,
Afraid of the snake that comes at dawn,
Through the leaves,
In the tall, green forest,
Tall trees, Nipponia nippon, and
Men up the tree,
Up,
Up,
No thought for slackline or failure,
-the snake almost had them the last time –
Grown men cry,
Cry saving birds,
Cry heavy, heaving sighs, cry,
Conservationist.
♦picture♦ – The IUCN list of endangered species
-evocative short poetry-
It is good they help. I would cry too. such beautiful creatures.
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Yes, it’s something to cry over. You have a moving subject and cadence in this poem. Lovely.
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To save those birds from instinct ion is a worthy cause. It takes dedication – really. I had not heard of the crested ibis before..
There really IS so much to cry about in this day and age. And yes, saving birds would be top of the list!
The birds are lovely and I would try to save them if I can ~ The conservationist are avid watchmen, I admire them ~
Your poignant poem conveys the emotion of these dedicated men saving a bird from extinction…a brave work!