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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