Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The Learner
The Learner Go for it, you wimp. But mum, it's so high! Don't be a wuss. I'm touching the sky! There is nothing to fear. Mum, that's absurd. Just do it, please. Am I really a bird? We all have to learn. I don't like this ledge. Oh, for goodness sake, son -just jump off and fledge.
Hobbo's Poems 
I like this banter between mum and fledging; love the vernacular š
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š Pushy parents!
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hahaha; good one š
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I do feel for those little ones, staring down at the ground. A cat watching probably.
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The first jump is literally a leap of faith! A cat would only aggravate things. š
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Yes!. Beautifully depicted. It’s a huge leap, from hanging about in a nest, to trusting those little wings.
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A massive leap. Literally! š
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Brilliant! šš Funny and to the point! Poor little bird. We all have take a leap off that ledge at some stage. š
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Thanks Ken. You’re right, we all have to take that leap sooner or later. š
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What a great endearing picture too š
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Thanks.
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Excellent, this poem was really high flying!
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Ha ha ha!
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Darling! I wish Iād gotten this same speech when I was flying the coup. š
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š¤£ A bit of gentle persuasion was all you needed.
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More like ability to see over the steering wheel. šš
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š¤£š¤£ High standards then!
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Well you had to reach the gas pedal, too, it was quite intricate. š
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