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.
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