NEST BUILDERS
Whistling together on the branch of a tree
Then sunset came around
Their song of you and i and we
Was hushed in tones of gold surround
Worn beaks that carried twigs and straw
Were want to silence in feathered breast
Oh sunset to us two, oh the awe
As if just to watch with no thought of rest
Tomorrow we continue in patterning sticks
Tis hard works carrying to and fro
So that we can welcome cute little chicks
We deceided we'd give it a go
The twigs crisscrossed like basket weave
We chirp well done until the little ones leave
© gillena cox 2023
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