Poetry Sunday: The Killdeer Chick by Richard Owen
I came across this poem a few days ago and it reminded me of several encounters I've had with Killdeer over the years. I am very familiar with their desperate act of dragging the seemingly broken wing to lure me to follow. And I follow, pretending I never saw their two precious chicks hiding there in the grass.
The Kildeer Chick
by Richard Owen
Each time we drive our grassy road, the kildeer tries
To lead us from her nearby nest. She drags her wing
And calls. She's easy prey, we could not resist
If we were fox or badger. As it is,
We are a monstrous iron thing, a truck
That goes its way unthinking, unaware.
I saw a movement and I stopped, got out. Beside the wheel
A tiny bit of fluff, so close it should be crushed.
I picked it up, and it was live in my hands,
I put it down. It ran towards mother's desperate cries.
A tiny bit of grace it was. For once,
The beauty of the world
Was spared from us.