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

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31 Comments Add yours

  1. rothpoetry says:

    Great poem Jade Took me back to my childhood in Pennsylvania when pheasants would wander through the cornfields and fence rows!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you and glad it brought back pleasant memories.

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      1. rothpoetry says:

        Yes it did! Thanks.

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  2. Sadje says:

    A moving story.

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  3. rivrvlogr says:

    This reads as a saga. Well done.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you, Ken.

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  4. We are cruel. They don’t like the cold, not adapted to it.

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  5. This is a sad story… I think I remember how you wrote about your pheasant once before… the backstory of them being left without a way to cope is even sadder I think

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  6. sanaarizvi says:

    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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    1. msjadeli says:

      Sanaa, thank you very much 🙂

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  7. Glenn A. Buttkus says:

    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. msjadeli says:

      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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  8. kim881 says:

    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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    1. msjadeli says:

      🙂 Very cool to have that going on in your garden. Entertainment for all. Glad you enjoyed the lines, thank you.

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  9. Gina says:

    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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    1. msjadeli says:

      Gina, thank you. The poem took me some time to put together and I’m honored you want to take a closer look at it.

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      1. Gina says:

        My pleasure, I am always in awe of your superb poem crafting!

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  10. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice description of them as “Domesticated escapees”.

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  11. Bodhirose says:

    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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  12. rothpoetry says:

    Pheasants are such beautiful creatures!

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  13. Grace says:

    Well I hope they are thriving. Enjoyed this reading tonight.

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  14. merrildsmith says:

    A sad story, well told. I’m not really familiar with such stores, or why they would sell pheasant chicks. How horrible!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      March is the month the chicken and duck chicks are sold at the farm store. It will be interesting to see if the pheasant chicks sold last year was “successful.”

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      1. merrildsmith says:

        I hope they don’t sell any of them!

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  15. pvcann says:

    Many emotions for me in this one, sadness, but also delight and hope.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you, Paul; am glad you connected with it 🙂

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