Dayspring

Mother warblers, in song, return to their forage, inspecting for insects, fresh from dusk's storage at daybreak. Scrupulously swooping, they return with mouths full to their precious nest, rousing little chicks from lull with dayglow. Eager to increase, competing to feed, beaks chirp for churned grubs, as mother meets their need ere daytime. Feathers rise from bare skin, budding gently like leaves. A tapestry of warmth, these provisionary sleeves like daylight. Gazing up at flapping leaves and an open blue sky, one day they'll reach freedom, as they learn how to fly... their daydream. 5-2-2020 Not for contest. (I forgot about syllable count.) Might try again later.