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The Wanderer and dVerse OLN

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The Wanderer

Springtime season’s when the growing
Sunshine comes and the soil, it warms
Plants and critters pulse with knowing
Feed store sells pheasant chicks when born

Orphaned, boxed, sold by the dozen
Instead of nuts, seeds, berries, corn
Protein mash, their distant cousin
Lost to nature, tamed and forlorn

Ignoring nature’s ways and means
Before dawn on an autumn morn
Domesticated escapees
Skittered quickly, off to explore

There were three; not long ‘ere were two
Who learned hawk’s cry means be forewarned!
Snow blankets took their food from view
Hungry, saw a farm like before

Huddled between drift and window
Their present sorrow did implore
Weather news predicts sub-zero
Handfuls of quinoa thrown out the door

Gone next day; the blizzard worsened
Will they live, to God I implored
Prayed they’d thrive and stay determined
Aside from that could do no more

Spring returns, the grass is greening
Warmth and sunshine have been restored
Guess who struts in, bright and preening
A missing mate he’s strutting for

Just one, he pecks grains with sorrow,
Peahen’s all he needs, to adore
Ghost of now, hope for tomorrow
Ever wandering, gone by morn

This is a quatrain form, where the rhyme scheme is abab, cbcB, dbdB, ebeB, etc.

The poem is about the pheasants who visited me last winter (there were only two but I added a third in the poem) and the one who has returned again and again since then. My belief is that they were bought as chicks from the feed store and have had no parent to teach them how to survive in the wild.

pheasant by fence

Grace is today’s host for dVerse Open Link Night (OLN.)

31 thoughts on “The Wanderer and dVerse OLN

  1. This is such a poignant share! 💝 Excellent work on the quatrain form which isn’t easy to accomplish 🙂 and you have executed it brilliantly.

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  2. A poem with girth and heart. Wild creatures sold in pet and feed stores too often do not survive; like orphaned children, they struggle aimlessly sans parenting. Really enjoyed the form and message.

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    1. Glenn, thank you. I have no clue why the feed store started selling pheasant chicks last year, and seeing them “struggling aimlessly” really tugs at my heart.

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  3. I love pheasants, they are such comical birds! We currently have two in our garden who are having a stand-off. One chases the other, and then they reverse roles. Our cats are bemused by them. I love the opening lines, Jade, that glow with springtime, and in the lines:
    ‘Spring returns, the grass is greening
    Warmth and sunshine have been restored
    Guess who struts in, bright and preening
    A missing mate he’s strutting for’.

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  4. Protein mash, their distant cousin
    Lost to nature, tamed and forlorn

    love this part of the stanza, fed on a foreign diet and forced into an unnatural life, your poem spoke beyond the confines of a small yard and farm. this one has me reading it over a few times, so much imagery for one who loves words.

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  5. I love stories of nature and especially true experiences with birds and other animals. I think I might have wanted to bring those pheasant in the house with those cold temperatures but then what would I have done with them?! 🙂 I think the quatrain was one of the first forms that I taught myself. I enjoyed the story you told with yours.
    Gayle ~

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