broken twigs strewn on a bed of new grass
small sparrow hops among them
searching for the correct size
sharp eyes spy one, beak pinches
tightly on it
wings strain to lift, fly
feet touch the ground in a
hop, skip, jump
stick too heavy to lift
UP to the sky
MUST get to fork in branch
struggle to reach first
easier to second one
FINALLY, the right branch
GOT to make round shape
MUST put there, for eggs
next stick
broken twigs strewn on a bed of new grass
small sparrow hops among them
searching for the correct size...

Lindsey Milton 1993

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