Today I saw a little nest
fashioned neat and trim,
with plastic wrap, and grass and leaves
entwined in feathered rim.

What bird had labored to create
a home so snug and warm
and placed it hidden in a bush
safe from wind and storm?

 

Kathleen Farrell lives in the Hudson Valley region of New York.  Poetry writing is one of her hobbies.

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