A Bird In A Nest, From An Office Window

So snug, there in your woven home,
Your stick and grass dwelling, head and tail showing
As you protect and warm your clutch.
You seem alone, no other nests around,
And no mate bringing food or taking
Their turn of duties in your man’s world.

I could sit and watch you all day and
Observe your life’s routines and dramas.
I’d love to be there when your chicks
Crack their eggs open and chirp for life.
Ah… to be a bird, living such a simple
And instinctive life, only needing to
Worry about finding food and shelter.

An original poem – please seek permission before reproducing in any way.

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About Mark

I'm a forty-something Welsh-American. Other interests outside writing/blogging and very amateur photography include gardening, cooking, and sports, esp. rugby union.

Posted on April 7, 2011, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. sharp, bless the bird..

    well done…

    Greetings,

    Welcome join poets rally week 41,

    Thanks for the time, a free verse is accepted,

    Your poetry rocks. Hope to see you in

    xx

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