Through the Storm (Trois Par Huit)

drenching rains breaths mist on cool glass panes a rub wipes clear a circular patch watching water in rivulets run from the thatch of the cottage next door, then our grateful eyes catch sight of young fledglings, huddled in form dry ‘neath shrubs, safe and warm through the storm *** for Jared Pickett's Trois par Huit contest We watched two fledgling blue **** emerge from their nest box in the garden on Saturday, still unable to fly properly. We watched for hours as the parents brought tiny caterpillars and grubs to feed them. Then the heavens opened, thankfully they found shelter :)