Seven Birds In Spring
Seven Birds in Spring
Sparrow in late snow
Gathers straw to make her nest
Afraid to be last.
A dash of swallow
Almost faster than the songs
Of Spring returning.
Baby birds chirping
The nest full with mother’s warmth
Life renewed- the same.
Swallows hit the pond
A quick drink or bugs to eat
Do I need to know
Plovers in the sand
Four tiny chicks in the waves
Almost gone from Earth
Fifty calls at least
A mockingbird on a pole
Why so many songs
Every Spring the hawk
Finds the robin’s hidden nest
As I sit and watch.
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