Monday, August 12, 2013

The Bird's Nest

Sadly the squirrels are at it again.
They seek out the birds' nests and destroy the eggs.
This little nest had been pillaged from it's place amongst the porch ferns, the mother had abandoned it, never to return.
 Brown, dry, dead, silent, empty house,
 Tree-house, house in a tree,
Not any house,
The house of a bird,
A bird’s house,
A house made of sticks,
Of twigs,
And of leaves,
Small but stable,
Dirty but tidy,
A cradle,
A place of safety,
A safe-house,
Little chicks inside,
Protected from the outside world,
A fortress,
The bird’s fortress,
A fortress of the sky,
In the trees,
In the forest,
Unreachable from the dangers below,
A bird’s nest,
The bird’s nest,

 ~Fredrik Azzopardi


Nellie said...

Such care is taken by a bird to build that home!

黄清华 Wong Ching Wah said...

I thought it was a cuisine !

DJan said...

I hope that little chicks will soon emerge from the eggs, Jo. Lovely poem. :-)

DeniseinVA said...

A sweet post Jo!

Unknown said...

"Little chicks inside, untouchable"
Love that line. Have I ever mentioned also that I love the music on your blog?

L. D. said...

I have never seen our red squirrels do that but maybe they do. Birds bounce back with nest so fast that they will try again.