Grounded Birds

If I could fly, 
I’d take to the sky,
And build my nest high,
But some birds won’t.

An owl I found,
That lives underground,
Perched on its mound,
Standing guard.

A killdeer will rest,
On its earth-built nest,
Its young it protects,
By feigning injury.

Funny feathered friends;
Eccentric avians;
Free to transcend,
My sense of practicality.

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Subject prompted by Terri’s Sunday Stills: Fun with #Furred and #Feathered Friends.

Form prompted by Ronovan’s Ovi Poetry Challenge: FREEDOM is your inspiration.

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