Home Sweet Home

There is urgency in their flight a scurrying haste to the search each twig chosen by the eye of experience balanced, hefted, delivered. Ah, the nesting process endless anticipation and preparation old string, discarded ribbons, a tuft from freshly groomed pooch. The settling in, sitting, and waiting an avian time share plan a squawk, a peep, a chirp spring chicks arrive. Shielded by soft leaf sprouts rocked by gentle breezes lulled to sleep by spring rain patter awaiting a beak to beak breakfast. 2/25/2021 Spring Birds Poetry Contest