After three years
in winter ice
by twice as many
little sparrow nest
to the tipsy
little ash tree
near the car wash
a token of avian
Somerville, Massachusetts, United States
This poem is about a sparrow nest observed over a period of at least three years. I first noticed the nest when the tree was fully leafed, and a sparrow flew into the leaves with something in her mouth. Getting closer, I heard the chirps of little babies. In subsequent years, I kept watch, but the nest was never occupied again. Perhaps the sparrow found the car wash and the busy street too dangerous for baby birds. As the tree grew older and lost much of its growth, the little nest continued to maintain its perch.
2 thoughts on “Poem: Birdcraft”
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