Avian Architecture
As robins forage on the lawn,
their last pre-frost hunt, and
feast within the berried trees,
I wonder if they think upon
an old disheveled nest
and recall at all their youth
within its sheltered folds;
as we might ponder
while passing by
our old childhood home.
Or, do they simply move along
- time being too valuable
for sentimental recollections.
Inspired by the poetry of Robert Frost
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