Love Nest
LOVE NEST
It was small and compact
(The realtor called it ‘bijou’)
Too small for a family,
But perfect for just two.
We chose it together, hand-in-hand;
Of all we had seen it was best.
As soon as we walked through the door we knew
This would be our own love nest.
So tell me why, only twelve months on,
Is last year’s nest for sale again.
I little dreamt a year ago
That I would suffer so much pain.
Alas my true love is no more.
She ran off with the realtor
28th November 2019
Last Year's Nest contest
Sponsor - Craig Cornish
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2019
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