Nesting
There are four eggs this morning
In the
nest, I found in among the creeping Charlie vines.
Four days ago there were none,
Only a carefully crafted hollow circle among the leaves.
I frightened her this morning
When I went to water the planter.
She flew just out of reach and sat
Chittering at me from the banister.
Chittering at me from the banister.
With just 13 days to warm her hatchlings
She's little time to play hide and seek with me.
In and out among the leaves and empty bird
houses
That I hung about, an offered home that she did not accept..
A conservative bird she'd rather choose a
home herself
Than
settle for a public housing option.
Provided by me, a bloke she doesn't know at
all
But one who has the time to earn her trust.
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