He finds me in my nest
and gathers
my boundaries
as though they are nothing more
than flimsy twigs
to kindle
his appetite.
As he sets them aside
blue skies are ripped out
from under me.
i flap
as i fall
hysterically
from the
family tree,
and into
his lustful flames.
goodbye sweet morsel
of rock a bye song…
my beak breaks
easily in his hands
no danger now
of my saying a word…
i dream of
wings
and thorny nests shaped
like a crown.
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Hi, my name is Kae Bucher. Thanks for stopping by.
I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south for college. I completed my bachelor’s in English at Fresno Pacific University in California, where I minored in Christian ministry. I have also had the privilege of serving as a youth pastor.
In addition to teaching special needs students and raising four children, I also studied Special Education as a graduate student at FPU. I have now been writing for over twenty years.
Recently, I have written articles for iPatriot, and I am in the process of converting my front room into a greenhouse. I like storing humor and greenery, weeds and poetry, in mental tin cans. You will find my humanitarian dreams and political leanings organized accordingly.
Feel free to dig through my buckets…
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Imbued with the tragic tone of this. Beautiful though. Sigh.
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