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So, art thou feathered, art thou flown,

Thou naked thing?-and canst alone

Upon the unsolid summer air

Sustain thyself, and prosper there?

Shall no more with anxious note

Advise thee through the happy day,

Thrusting the worm into thy throat,

Bearing thine excrement away?

Alas, I think I see thee yet,

Perched on the windy parapet,

Defer thy flight a moment still

To clean thy wing with careful bill.

And thou are feathered, thou art flown;

And hast a project of thine own.

Edna St. Vincent Millay


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Gardening in Tennessee Zone 6 at an average of 744.65' above sea level.
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4 Responses to Fledgling

  1. Meredith says:

    Donna, this photo looks like a painting. The light, the colors, the composition, the soft intimacy of your gentle gaze combine to make real beauty. I’m in awe! (And the poem was a nice choice, too. 😉

  2. Tatyana says:

    Donna, what an excellent shot! And the words are nice too.

  3. Joanne says:

    What an excellent photo.

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