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A wild child

A wild bird is away

Grandma casts perfunctory glances every now and then

At its home

She’s heating the hearth

The smoke snakes out through the window

Stinging impotently at the thick foggy air outside

Wild bird roaming the woods like a wild child

Will soon spot the fumes

Beckoning it to return home

To warmth

Finding the call irresistible

Its little heart throbbing

Between individuality and a sense of belonging

Written forΒ What Do You See by Sadje

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13 responses to “A wild child”

  1. The smell of fire and warm hearth and home is a tempting aroma to attract the wayward young ones home. Thanks Benjamin for joining in

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    1. You are welcome, Sadje. 😊

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      1. πŸ™πŸΌ

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    1. Thank you, Indira. 😊

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      1. You are welcome, dear.

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  2. Beautiful piece, Benjamin.

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    1. Thanks, Eugenia. 😊

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      1. My pleasure, Benjamin.

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      1. You’re most welcome πŸ˜ŠπŸ™

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