Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Best Nest

 I watched the  young
couple scout the neighborhood
looking for the best nest,
flitting here and there;
they landed on the railings
of the toy gazebo decorating
my front porch.
They looked, he tilted his
head at her; she finally approved
and the nest building began,
twig by twig, strand by strand.
The little blue gazebo swung
in the wind, but rain did not
fall on her tiny head as she sat
patiently on her three eggs.
One morning she was gone,
the three tiny eggs had
disappeared; a crow
called out from the tree
across the street, quite
pleased with himself.

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