Through the Storm (Trois Par Huit)
drenching rains
breaths mist on cool glass panes
a rub wipes clear a circular patch
watching water in rivulets run from the thatch
of the cottage next door, then our grateful eyes catch
sight of young fledglings, huddled in form
dry ‘neath shrubs, safe and warm
through the storm
*** for Jared Pickett's Trois par Huit contest
We watched two fledgling blue **** emerge from their nest box in the garden on Saturday,
still unable to fly properly. We watched for hours as the parents brought tiny caterpillars and
grubs to feed them. Then the heavens opened, thankfully they found shelter :)
Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010
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