Poems & Essays

23 Oct

Baby Bird

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I found a baby bird in my garden
featherless body no bigger than my thumb
head bobbing, legs kicking, tiny wings flailing
eyes sealed shut, blind
and its mouth wide, gaping
searching for the food that will never come
The same look my newborn gives me
before each feed
But, unlike my baby
this bird’s plea for life goes unanswered
This bird, helpless and alone
won’t survive the night

I found a baby bird in my garden
shivering and desperate, and I ache
wondering how a mother could be so cold
not just the bird who fails to claim her young
but the one who holds all our lives in her hands
The one we all call Mother

I found a baby bird in my garden
and, that night, I held my baby close.


Jamie McLachlan is the Canadian author of The Memory Collector Series: Mind of the Phoenix (an Amazon Bestseller in Dark Fantasy), Pawn of the Phoenix, and Rise of the Phoenix. In addition to novels, she writes poetry and short stories such as “The Eyes of the Heart,” which can be found in the collection Déjà You: Stories of Second Chances. When not writing, she enjoys reading, dabbling in various crafts, spending time with her husband and two sons, and letting her imagination roam with the help of great music.

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  1. Jason

    October 24, 2017 at 1:55 am

    A truly poignant vision, the imagery of life’s tragic frailty and nascent innocent and the only element that preserves it- compassion- moved me to tears.

    Author Jason Mclachlan


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