AWOL Week 21 Responses

This week’s prompt was to write a piece about birds, in exactly 50 words.

But as always, it’s quite alright to ignore my suggestions!

Our writer of the week this week is Peter Marshall, for ‘Crow’ a concise corvid piece about a trained crow, or rather a trained human. Well done, Peter!

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Crow by Peter Marshall

Crow

Sometimes, in the dead of night, I’m startled by passing oystercatchers’ rhythmic sounds.  Or haunting territorial hoots from tawny owls. 

But my favourite call of all happens long after respectable birds have breakfasted.  A crow caws from a fence below my window – as I’m trained to daily throw it food. 

2020 08 12   Peter Marshall

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Birds dance by Jodie Glass

Birds dance

`

I heard you, before I saw a piece of nature

hidden until songs are needed, in your mini landscape

to see you hop, from branch to branch is delightful

not a single care in the world, you are in 

the moment enjoying, and sunshine is your piano, dance on birds

`

Jodie Glass

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Corvus Corone. by Kathy Low

Corvus Corone.

                    Mini-murder on the roof…..

                    Crowling school: moss pecking,

                                                   feather ruffling,

                                                   test flights across the tiles,

                                                   and cawing, calling,

                                                   making demands.

                    Big crows gather goodies from the guttering

                                                   and feed voracious appetites.

                    I am seen! Their knowing eyes regard me.

                    They screech their contempt for

                                                   coronavirus lockdown human.

Kathy Low

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Untitled by lotty 7th of August 2020

Untitled

by lotty 7th of August 2020

When i think about villains in children’s books, i always feel a bit sorry for Captain Hook, because if you have read the book you begin to realise that he’s not the real crook, its the little boy who cuts off his hand. So this is why now the poor guy has to rely on a hook.

But this is only my weird outlook on that particular book.

You should be wary of fairy tales and children’s books because deep inside they’re not as sweet and pleasant as they look…

Lotty

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The Most Loving Bird In The World 🥀

*In loving memory of Nigel the Gannet*

by Elisheva Katz

The Most Loving Bird In The World 🥀
*In loving memory of Nigel the Gannet*
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Love was calling, love was calling, he thought love was calling him.
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Up there in the grey storm clouds, he was flying alone, he was flying alone, he shouldn’t have been flying alone, who let that happen, why did it happen, you must tell me!!
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Gannet you were not made to be alone, this I know is true. Why did you not fly away, never should you have stayed. Heart made of stone, her heart is made of stone. You can still fly away.
Gannet, you must fly.

Here you stand on Mana Island, lured by a lie, your life passing by, it makes me cry. I watch your heart breaking, breaking, I watch your heart breaking in this isolated place, but you do not have to live like this, you can still fly away.
Gannet, you must fly.
`
Loneliness is killing your heart and still you give her all your love. Not one of them cares, look into their eyes, their souls are dead. How do I get you out of this place, I must get you out of this place, before you turn to stone, before you die, you cannot die this way. You can still fly away.
Gannet you must fly.
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Gannets are coming! Gannets are coming! Look! Look! Here they are! Now you can find love, now you can be loved. But you don’t move, don’t leave her side. You still choose to be loyal to that cold, stone heart, hoping she will love you back.
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Five years of unrequited love, yet still you give her your beating heart.
Five years of loneliness, never once have you given up hope in love.
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And now. Now you lay yourself down by her side, with your last breath you give her all your love.
`
Elisheva Katz
August 12th 2020

Photo by Benoit Gauzere on Unsplash, with thanks

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