Nest Of Straw Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

NEST OF STRAW

I sat down in my chair that I have
On the front porch of my house
I heard a little peep above
And became quiet as a mouse.

I looked all around me
Then looked up in the eave.
There in a small nest of straw
All others to deceive;

And in it's midst is gathered
This tiny peeping brood
But I could not watch too long
I couldn't be so rude.

For hurriedly flying back into view
Were a very startling pair
Squawking loudly and chattering,
Their brood, they wouldn't share.

So now I sit inside and watch
Much to their delight
Until the time this brood grows up
And, some day, will then take flight.

Hopefully very soon! ! !


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

Ms. Caroline


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