Last Year's Nests

Last year's nests lie there broken at my feet as I recall when they were full last Spring with gaping mouths to be the first to eat and bird brains guessing what mama would bring. Last year's nests seem good as any other to mark the time that marched so quickly past while we pondered who was foe, who brother, in this rush to be first - at least not last. Last year's nests turn to dust before my eyes and await the new rain that will wash them Hell bent to where the blue Pacific lies - sadly their memory is growing dim. It stands as true that nests have come and gone while the warblers sing that they still live on. 11-5-19 Contest: Last Year's Nest Sponsor: Craig Cornish