Nesting Swallows
After winged flight at dusk the swallows rest
I hear their chirping inside my tallest chimney
Where they have found their perfect nest.
The swallows of late do not think me friendly
For chilly air has prompted the fireplace lighted
Without intention to treat the nesting birds unkindly.
Held off as long I could to keep the swallows unindicted
Even while the family felt, oh, so very, very slighted.
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