Blue Egg Mommy
Blue Egg Mommy
You know it’s spring when she sings.
The first to show as day greets “Hello”
Her morning song so beautiful and strong.
Soon preoccupied all day long.
Her tenacity will impress, as she builds her twiggy nest.
With her orange breast, she is the best dressed
and my most honored, welcomed guest.
Squeaking, peeping, shrieking, her shivering brood needs warmth
and food.
Feeding her flustered fledglings first, she feels blessed,
but this blue egg mommy never rests.
From her tree
she looks around.
No enemies to be found.
Just a faint worm sound.
Feeling safe,
she flies
down.
Look for her in blades of green.
Minding her business she is often seen,
in parks,
your garage,
or near a stream.
"I am so fond of you my little thrush.
Sweet dreams Blue Egg Mommy,
hush"
Copyright © Marikate Kingston | Year Posted 2023
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