The Birdies in Her Nest

This morning my dear ones~

The birdies in her nest~

She sits there very silently~

Her body solely at rest.

I can only imagine~

The eggs she warms~

Dedicated she prays~

As I sit here~

I do them no harm.

Papa flitters around near by~

Warding of intruders~

That could hurt his~

Brew from the sky.

This is the couples~

Third year here~

Their nest they redo~

Every year.

We cherish the watching~

Of the family~

Dearly made~

They work so hard as~

GOD’s gifted aids.

Mom sits for what seems weeks~

Atop the remodeled bed~

Transformed each year~

To rest her weary head.

Year in and year out~

We get to see the babies born~

Fed and nourished~

As mom and dad hunt constantly~

About they fawn.

The one thing I hope~

Every repeated year~

Is to see the babies leave the nest~

But each time they just~

Miraculously disappear!

Maybe this year I ponder~

Will be the time~

I see the new babies~

Take their first flight~

So precious and fine!

This morning my dear ones~

The birdies in her nest~

She sits there very silently~

Her body solely at rest.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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