Aurochs to Zorra

Eyas

Eyas


We sat in our eggs and slowly grew old,
frightened of light, alarmed by cold,
unaware of life beyond the shell.
We languished in our warmth.

Till cracks appeared, as shelter broke,
leaving us in shards, stark naked to the world. We
could not glue the pieces back,
and whimpered for the warmth.

Mothers and fathers sat on nests,
blanketing feathers, next to their breasts.
We cried for food and cooed in comfort,
we rested beneath their warmth.

Surrounded by the twigs and grass,
rock lined with down or spider silk,
we grew within our sheltered home,
contented with the warmth.

One day we gently flapped our wings,
or strengthened legs to run from home,
and sought new warmth, in other lands,
and made our own abode.


© Kåre Enga

eyas: a nestling