A Bird Nest

A Bird Nest

With the pollen come the birds
by hundreds to build their nest,
bringing up twigs one by one,
back and forth no time to rest.

In my chair by my window view
their constant work watch I.

From their perch to fetch another
and then back up again they fly.

And wonder I of certain things
as was their love in the past
and now the fruit soon to come
requires the effort to make it last.

Or is it after the nest is built
then the egg and tender touch
that makes the circle round
ordered it with love so much?

In any case it certainly takes
that of both, the work of two.

By one, eggs close by kept warm,
the other brings food his job to do.

And then comes the day
the shells pecked through
mouths wide and chirping

A cycle made, and life anew.

John Mullinax April/2010