My chicks squeal in protest
Their beaks agape with hunger
And squalls becoming strongerSearching over hills
With the eyes of a mother
A hare for dinner
(#Cherita)
©Vivian Zems
Posted for dVerse poets Pub– Hosted by Kim Russell. Inspired by the poem, The Heavy Bear who Walks with Me. Our challenge is to write a poem, of any length or form, about an animal in a human way or a human in an animal way, highlighting some trait of the animal/human that either sets us apart or brings us together
November 21, 2017 at 9:09 pm
“… food is not simply organic fuel to keep body and soul together, it is a perishable art that must be savoured at the peak of perfection.”
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November 21, 2017 at 11:06 pm
So true
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November 21, 2017 at 9:25 pm
Eat and be eaten… some has to be on the top of the food chain.
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November 21, 2017 at 11:12 pm
😂
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November 21, 2017 at 9:33 pm
This is lovely Vivian, especially ‘Searching over hills with the eyes of a mother’ xxx
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November 21, 2017 at 11:14 pm
Thanks 😊
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November 21, 2017 at 9:38 pm
I so love raptors. They are good parents. Your piem brings this out so very well.
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November 21, 2017 at 11:15 pm
Thanks, Toni!
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November 21, 2017 at 9:53 pm
Good perspective on feeding one’s young.
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November 21, 2017 at 11:16 pm
A Mum’s job is never done!
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November 21, 2017 at 10:16 pm
The brevity works well here, just enough to establish your matriarch, and paint a sweet picture of feeding time.
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November 21, 2017 at 11:17 pm
Mum’s major function – as far as kids are concerned 😊
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November 21, 2017 at 10:25 pm
Lovely – and a hare for dinner. I really love the gentleness of your close, this despite being seen through a predators eyes.
Anna :o]
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November 21, 2017 at 11:17 pm
Thanks, Anna😊
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November 21, 2017 at 10:59 pm
Your “about” describes you as a Mum first and foremost. I watch hawks in the desert as they snatch up baby ducklings, reminding me that it is for their babies. Besides, if all those baby ducks survived we would be overrun.
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November 21, 2017 at 11:27 pm
I’m glad you enjoyed this. It’s the story of my life..”MUM! What’s for dinner?”- all the time😂
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November 22, 2017 at 12:10 am
That’s perfect Vivian ~
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November 22, 2017 at 6:13 pm
Thank you!
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November 22, 2017 at 3:04 am
Such a basic necessity of all.. To eat! Love this!
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November 22, 2017 at 6:11 pm
Thanks, Mary!
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November 22, 2017 at 5:33 am
Oh I love the angle of motherhood that you beautifully brought out in your poem. I never could have imagined an eagle that way! Wonderful!
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November 22, 2017 at 6:11 pm
Thanks 😊! A mum is always a mum.
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November 23, 2017 at 11:30 am
I totally agree 😉
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November 24, 2017 at 10:55 am
🙂
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November 22, 2017 at 6:03 am
Yes! It’s a golden eagle, isn’t it? Such a fierce mother. Love it.
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November 22, 2017 at 6:09 pm
It is indeed😊. Thank you!
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November 22, 2017 at 10:32 am
Ah, yes. The ferocity of mothers protecting, nurturing, feeding. Excellent.
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November 22, 2017 at 6:08 pm
Thank you!
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November 22, 2017 at 12:14 pm
Motherly love is a force to be reckoned with – no matter the species.
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November 22, 2017 at 6:02 pm
So true 😊
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November 22, 2017 at 4:35 pm
All mothers feel the same way. I’m just glad I don’t have to chase down live hares.
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November 22, 2017 at 6:02 pm
Thank goodness for that!😂
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November 22, 2017 at 6:54 pm
🙂
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November 23, 2017 at 12:47 am
I love how you capture the mother raptor’s passion to hunt and nourish her young!
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November 24, 2017 at 11:04 am
I tried … mums never change, so thought of myself… (only dashing to my local grocery store:) )
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