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Home to Roost
Isabelle5

Do mother geese recognize their young,
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when in full plumage next Summer,
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they swim the same rivers,
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ride the same air tides?
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Do they fret and say,
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“Take care of those feathers,
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they’re the only ones you have,”
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or ask, “Are you getting enough worms?
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You look thin!”
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Does the new generation
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of all living things
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fly free of parental bondage,
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at least for a season?
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My ducklings still follow
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my voice, though not
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my example.
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They have made
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their own nests
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of twigs and straw
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but they come to
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sit by me sometimes
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and in rare moments,
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they let me caress
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their brilliant feathers
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and pretend they
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are not fully fledged.
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2 Mar 07

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1. No
2. Yes
3. Yes
4. rare moment indeed.
10.
 — Fallen

Thank you!  Rare indeed.  My baby girl wants me to move to Portland to be near her!  Talk about letting me caress her feathers!  
 — Isabelle5

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