Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Nesting by Paul de Vito

The light filtered lightly through
the window, she was sitting on the sill
waiting for the wind to stop blowing,
it was spring and she was building
her nest in the tree next to my house,
the wind gusted and the window
blew open, in she flew suddenly,
around and around the room,
looking for a place to settle,
finally she spotted my pipe
by my reading chair and swooped
down to dig some tobacco
from the bowl, then up again,
around in flight and out the window
again to her nest in the tree.

Paul de Vito, New York, USA 

editor's note: this poem really caught my eye as I had just recently read about birds using cigarette butts in their nests, you can read more about it here.

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