The Empty Nest
Strips of filmy white hanging
From the crook of a limb
Catch the eye
At first mistaken for
The milky web
Of a tent worm
Closer inspection
Of bended bough
Reveals a small
Round empty nest
Woven out of sticks
And strips of plastic
Dangling down
Initially delighted and awed
By the inventiveness
Of nature’s winged wonders
To build a home for their young
From any and all accessible
Material on hand
Then shocked -
As realization sets in -
By the insidious
Pervasiveness of
Perpetual polymer
In the natural world
Left wondering
If the empty
Plastic nest
Portends a deeper
Persistent loss
Yet to come.
Copyright © Krista Kurth | Year Posted 2009
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