by avasogently
Thank you so much, todski, for your comment. I penned "Wing Warrior" during the time many birds -- from crows and seagulls to pigeons and sparrows -- were falling from the sky. For me, a Hitchcock fan, it was the flip side of THE BIRDS. In that context, it was an ironic tragedy. I know that I'm an amateur poet, but I find it perplexing that when I write about birds and other wildlife or about trees and mountains, there's barely any feedback. When I write about sexual penetration, there is a geyser of commentary. One of my fears is that my most heartfelt poetry -- whether formally constructed or composed as free verse -- will be widely recognized after I am dead. By the way, it has been rather nice to be told that my nature poetry often sounds Whitmanesque. I recall reading Walt Whitman's works first in junior high, and every now and then I unconsciously channel his euphoric energy (I suppose).