Old Before New
Every day once a while
I could see the construction of a
new building going by,
It proceeds slow enough
to make some innocent birds mistake
it for an abandoned shelter;
They have begun building their refuge
on its dusty window sills,
lovingly nurturing it to become
permanent, giving their everything.
Copyright © Cloud Fever | Year Posted 2025
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