Bird House

BIRD HOUSE In a big shady tree Way up high hard to see This tidy little home Where feathered friends may roam Peck a crust of stale bread Or safely clear their heads What mystery through that door? What treasures on the floor? Fancy a twiggy nest Wood grass straw and the rest Maybe a bottle cap Stuffed with foam for a nap There was a special pair Who loved to stay up there One a bright red color Rose patches the other They were Cardinal mates On those wintry dates Returned every year The memory so dear Many years now have passed Bird house battered alas Strong winds taken it down Splintered on the ground A look inside a tear But then I smile no fear The nest? “Angel kept!” I sing “And wife’s lost wedding ring!”