Unwanted Things

Yellow pieces of weed eater line.. Red tattered piece of old shop rag.. Blue traces of a worn out old tarp.. White shredded remnants of a plastic bag.. I watched you from the early spring, doing your ritual gathering, of unwanted things, just laying around but, to you they were treasures, surely found Among dry meadow grass and scattered twigs, you poked and pulled and tugged and weaved. Then you tucked bits here and there, of stuffing you sneaked from my old lawn chair. Creating your masterpiece before my eyes, the fanciest bird nest around. You flew back and forth a million times, while chirpping and singing away.. never complaining you worked all day. Then babies came, all fuzzy and small, you worked so hard to feed them all, until they grew their beautiful wings. and began singing their own song And when they left you one by one.. you sang to me once again then simply flew away. Your wonderful nest built with such care with colorful decorations added for flair now rests in a basket, by my chair..... ©Donna Jones Seeing Beauty In Imperfection 12-3-2013