Holding in beak the little bird
Straws of grass colourful furred
Weave the twigs, a skillful art
Knitting the leaves part by part
A home little in branches hung
Protecting chicks still so young
And gentle wind in hours of dusk
Cradles to sleep, in beds of husk
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-r prab
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(Image source : canvaz )
In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Likha
Dancing with Mosquitoes 
Lovely rhythm and peaceful feel to this piece. Imagined those innocent little birds just sleeping softly in their nests 🙂
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Haha. Yeah, I pictured a peaceful scenery and tried to bring it in words! Thank you Shaun! I feel happy you acknowledged it 🙂
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Really great rhythm to this poem. And the imagery was great as well 🙂
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Thank you so much Jade.You know I wrote this while in office.Amidst the office noises I was finding difficult to focus on rhythm.I had intended it to be three stanza long, then reduced it to two 🙂
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I think two stanzas are quite perfect. Sometimes, the distractions work out nicely 😉
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Haha, yeah! 🙂
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You beat me to that comment, Jademwong.
The beat of the verse drummed me into the scene. It was beautiful, peaceful and sunny.
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Oh wow! Thank you Harry! That’s a very humbling compliment! 🙂
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love the beat and the rhyme prab! this is one adorable poem! ❤
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Thank you so much Rosema! 🙂
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most welcome! 😀
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As some other commenters have mentioned, the poem does have a nice, cheerful beat. I always enjoy seeing birds making nests for their young. The main ones I see where I live are swallows nesting under awnings. It’s always a very uplifting sight.
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Oh wow! Wonderful! It is a beautiful sight indeed! I am so pleased to know you too admire watching birds! 🙂 And thank you so much for the compliments! 🙂
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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First, I love the shape of thoses nests!! I had a wreath hanging on my front door and twice this year birds built a nest in it, hatched eggs, fed their babies and then all flee away. I have glass in my front door so I was able to watch the whole process. It was so sweet and fascinating!! Love your uplifting poem. 😊
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Oh what a wonderful scene it must have been! Nice that they chose that place! I have pigeons living on the terrace of my house, they look so scared all the time. I have stopped going to that part of the house, I don’t like them panicking! 🙂 Thank you Deb, for the compliments! 🙂
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It was wonderful!! I’m so grateful I was able to watch and experience it!! My pleasure, you are most welcome!! 🙂
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Lovely take 🙂
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Thank you Mandi! 🙂
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cute 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Beautifully-penned. I’ve been reading bad news lately. Thanks for a breath of fresh air, Prab. 🙂
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Mhm..I know what you mean..bad news surround us all the time.. I feel grateful we have a peaceful space here.. 🙂
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Yes, bad news surrounds us everyday and it’s refreshing to read optimistic poems likes yours every once in a while. So thank you. 🙂 We’re blessed to be living in a peaceful place.
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There’s something refreshingly calming about this.
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Lovely words, Prabhat and such an idyllic scene. The images you have used are delightful and perfect for a nature-loving person like me. 🙂
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Lovely tone and timbre. Great work.
Thanks for sharing 🙂 Eli.
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Thanks for the compliments Eli! 🙂
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My pleasure. Do stay in touch 🙂 Eli
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Yes sure! 🙂 Thank you!
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