
Each year,
in out-sized voice,
he makes his
declaration;
small, bold auctioneer
rapidly proclaiming
his fine qualities
and wares –
twig-and-stick
nest sites
of considerable
envy.
Yet,
when the song
has threaded through
privet and azalea,
when negotiations
are exchanged,
decisions made
and settled —
despite my hopes,
my efforts to
accommodate —
another site is —
doubtlessly,
regrettably —
selected.
— C.Birde, 5/19
2 Comments
I love that ending!
Thank you, kindly, Nathan 🙂 In truth, this year, I think the pair may actually have settled in our yard — a first!