I smiled that spring morning
thinking of the welcome
the songbird got from his mate
as he took flight once more
bringing home the ball of
hair from the hairbrush,
fine little girl hair
to line his nest
soft, downy fluff
to gild the twigs and leaves,
the grasses and jetsam
of his home
Velvety bedding
for her coming clutch
Their hungry brood
May 29, 2007 19:53
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