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.