You alight, to peck and swallow.
In my bird feeder, you wallow—
driving other birds away
to gorge yourself both night and day.
Now as you struggle to arise,
spreading your wings up to the skies,
watching your labored ascent,
I raise the question of your descent.
Have you reckoned on your girth
in planning for your fall to earth?
For the Three Things Challenge the prompt words are : Alight, descent, raise. Image thanks to Unsplash.

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Haha! Too much free food
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Brilliant! Thanks for joining in Judy
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You contributed to obesity. I do that
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My own, as well, I’m sorry to admit.
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I once had the opportunity to watch a female bird, pregnant obviously for the first time, but bound and determined to get her morning flight in. While her mate supervised protectively, she aimed for branches and ended up flying under them, landed only to discover that this branch didn’t support her weight any more, and generally just cracked me up. What a show!
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On, I love this, Ana. So my poem isn’t just hyperbole! You have made my day validating it with your wonderful story. What I would have given to have seen what you saw that day.
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Well, to see it I had to be made homeless and despairing in the woods, so there’s that. I remember that whenever I let myself rest, the whole flock would come to the tree above me and sing.
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Lively little poem.
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Stated by a lively commentator!
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