the blue bird <br />takes care of its nest <br />all the white eggs <br />warm beneath its feathers <br /> <br />all those nights <br />and even cold days <br /> <br />and then when the eggs hatch <br />the fledgelings <br />prematurely spread their wings <br />fall off from the branch <br />where the nest hangs <br /> <br />on the following morning <br />you see the ants feasting on their flesh <br /> <br />ah! the blue bird sings again <br />readies itself for the rain <br /> <br />it escapes away from its sorrows <br />and flies away...far, far away <br /> <br />far, far away....<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eggs-of-the-blue-bird-on-the-nest/
