Open Poetry #26 |
Choice - Ponder this one |
Zeon New Member
since 2003-05-17
Posts 4 |
Upon a morning still and gay a bird flocked its feathers in its nest made of hay. An Egg did then fall, down out of her nest leaving the bird to ponder whats best. The bird screamed and sang a dreary old tale for a wolf had now stumbled upon near her dale and noticed a shimmer in the fumbling gale. For the choice of this bird was to save her next kin, but the wolf was fierce and the danger was grim. But the Bird, she was brave and swooped down in might, to rescue her egg which was caught in this blight. The wolf soon glimpsed and saw his next meal, for the bird had swooped down to rescue her egg, but the wolf was ready and bit off her leg. For now she was disabled, and unable to fly, and her egg lay there near, both bound to die. For this wolf, did not like eggs, and was just very nosey, so in time the egg and the bird would of been very cosy. But the choice that the bird had made was not all that wrong and the instincts of the mother had became just too strong. For without a choice, the bird would do nothing but nothing in this case would of been the best, for a choice in some cases is just merely a test. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
An interesting statement. Choice is all of life. Thank you for sharing your work. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
What an enjoyable brain teaser! I loved this unique perspective on choice. and my choice? is to save this one and re-read it again. Thanks! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Alrighty then...as Dr. Laura says, go and make the right choice, or is it go and do the right thing...easy to have only one choice and fascinating and frustrating to have many...James |
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