Empty Nesters
The Blue Jays of early Spring
bring wondrous wonderings to my eyes
with a determined flight of perpetual motion
carrying one twig at a time clutched tight in their beak
to build a nest far from peril
so the eggs they lay can break free
in the late Spring and new life is born
where they'll learn to dart from limb to limb
until they can finally fly
in the hectic days of youthful exuberance
before they abandoned the nest
and leave the warbled echo of yesterdays to memory
11/10/19 contest Last Year's Nest
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2019
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