With innocent wide penguin eyes, three large fledgling mocking-birds below the *bleep*-willow tree, stand in a row, wings touching, feebly solemn, till they see their no longer larger mother bringing something which will partially feed on of them. Toward the high-keyed intermittent squeak of broken-carriage springs, made by the three similar, meek- coated bird's-eye freckled forms she comes; and when from the beak of one, the still living beetle has dropped out, she picks it up and puts it in again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 6 by CONRAD AIKEN THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |