Sleepily close they their eyes
Happy for the day's demise
Ready for some quiet rest,
Feathered close within their nest.

Cloaked in foliage, leafy, green
Moonlight's comforts can be seen,
Ever gentle, constant light
Keeping hatchlings in it's sight.

Beating hearts beneath their breasts
Small red robined feathered vests.
Mother spreads her weathered wings
Listening now, the nighttime sings.

Papa bird, a sentry near
Watches 'or his family, dear
From a moonlit perch on high
Should some danger pass near by.

The night is kind, breezes sweet
Dawn draws near, he hears a tweet.
His littlest one flapping, heard,
A first flight, for baby bird.

The two sit close, until the dawn
Casts her first fair light upon
All that lies beneath the sky,
Where too soon his babes will fly.

11/03/2001

Posted on 11/03/2001
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