Gathered nest

If you have ever
seen a bird’s nest
and held it in
your hands,
you know how
busy it is with
not just twigs,
but blades of grass,
threads and fluff,
discarded feathers

not their own,
thin shiny shards of
tinsel or paper,
Live oak dust,
a hair or two,

striped enemy fur,
and quite possibly,
a mite or more,
all gathered
here and there,
hither and thither,

swirled as if woven,
a connected blend,
a home,
a work of art,
a natural history,
telling the story
of the season,
a hopeful beauty,

memories of flight,
swayed and not broken,
through wind,
nightfall and sun,
of thoughts
and things gathered.

Art: Robin Nest by Angela Anderson


About Robin Arnold

Reader, writer, gardener, geek, maker of homes in several states, now settled in Virginia with husband Bob, and Hazel and Wilson the tabby cats.
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3 Responses to Gathered nest

  1. L.L. Barkat says:

    I loved this…"Live oak dust,a hair or two, striped enemy fur"Aren't all our nests rather woven with unlikely bits? 🙂

  2. Maureen says:

    This is wonderful, Robin.

  3. Robin Arnold says:

    Thank you for your comments and thanks for stopping by. I am touched.

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