(NaPoWriMo Day#23)
A bird made the decision to build a nest
In the small tree outside my front door
Every morning, as I leave for work
It startles me with a flurry of wings
As I startle it by opening my doorWith the nest set squarely at eye level
I wonder of the contents of the home
A cohabitation of nature and man
Constructed of twigs and pine straw
Strewn with discards of plastic and wireWould a glance over the rim reveal
Little blue eggs nestled together
Drawing residual warmth from each other
Until the return of their exiled mother
Or would the peek reveal a partner hidden
Flying forward to protect the home
Warding of the curious prodding gaze
Of both hunter and human neighborI move on not knowing what to do
Not knowing which of us has the right
Which of us must decide to stand down
Nature protects its own from danger
Swooping down and pecking at prowlers
Who seek to harm its offspring
Mankind protects its own from danger
Reaching up and swatting at prowlers
Who seek to harm its offspring
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