by Russell Rowland
Red-Breast exits nest to splash feather-fluttering it dares to take a break and see to itself for a change though of course one’s little cache of eggs the color of sky must come first which all who sit eggs understand Too wide a world to fly around but a puddle offers circumference as well as birdbath and those who insist there is no oversight pointing to eggs that didn’t hatch nestlings that cannot fledge even a sky that makes wings dirty might at least acknowledge last night’s rain into a depression in the walk that collects water just weather of course however a robin takes what is given returning refreshed to the nest woven and its three promises
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