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
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2021
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