margaretbednar365.blogspot.com (Of Verse, Poesy & Odes) is for poetic challenges and poems that may still be unfinished. Poems have been "nurtured, weeded, and snipped" from that blog, uprooted and transplanted to Drops of Black Ink; poems I consider "in full bloom" Poems can be searched for by subject by selecting and perusing "Categories" below. MOST POSTS ARE ACCOMPANIED BY A SOUND CLOUD AUDIO OF ME READING MY POEM.
The Barn Swallow
Summer mornings I"d watch as he of wing and tapered tail, royal and rust, and early morning swoops over field and lawn dive-bombed my not-so-innocent-cat; shoulders hunched, eyes averted, whose tail, raised in supposed surrender, would suddenly twist and paw for the arial acrobat always just out of reach.
Even spied my little lion, quivering, chattering, balancing on barn's wooden beams, eyes fixated on unattainable little mud cup plastered to the wall where five little nestlings precariously perched, tipping, swaying at nests edge seemingly willing to offer themselves up any minute with a vertical fall.
A few found fate's end flat and lifeless as a preserved flower between pages of a book; their press a dirt floor and a horse's hoof.
As my cat aged (and wizened) he in my lap and I reading a book, we'd let evening tide tuck us in beneath shadowed porch, tangerine sky settling in and watch the skimming aces frolic after winged insects, their kvik, kvik, wit, wit joining mid-summer's lullaby.