The Nest
With beaks wide open,
There they wait.
Maybe mom
Or dad is late.
Here I have a
Birds' eye view.
Watching them
Is what I do.
Suddenly,
The mom alights
To feed her babes
With bird-sized bites.
Or possibly
It was the dad.
In either case,
The chicks were glad.
And so was I
To witness this,
A treat, back home,
That I would miss.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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