Monday, January 9, 2023

The Wind


The Wind

is stripping the roof

off the birdhouse next door

The old man who lived there

would have it replaced by early spring

Would not let a birthing go by

Alas, he's dead and his kids

grown as they are, and well-nurtured

by him and his widow 

will stop by and answer her needs

without a look out back at the little home 

that saw so many nestlings thrive

and leave 


©2020 Muriel Thumm


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