"Oh, it's that bird that lives in the nest by the back door."
I had to go look of course. I haven't attempted to get a closer look yet but it appears to be empty, no eggs. I snapped a picture and thought about how much work goes into making a nest. Strand by strand. Carefully placed. Sometimes a sprig of tinsel here and there. It's not my nest but it did inspire a poem.
With bits of green,
brown, and gray
Pieces of earth
painstakingly placed
Carefully woven
with a mix of glitz
Tucked safe and tight
nestled by brick
Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteSo much care goes into making a nest.
This is so lovely! And I love that your kids knew just what it was! The line "...a sprig of tinsel here and there" stood out to me...made me think of a Christmas tree.
ReplyDeleteThe poem was perfect...I love a good nest. It's always interesting to see what ends up in there.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny what kids notice and what we don't notice! I really enjoyed the rhythym of your poem.
ReplyDeleteIt may not have been your nest, but it inspired another beautiful poem.
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