Poem -
The Nest
First the mother must gather her nest
without any hands or fingersÂ
weaving a home for her tiny little eggsÂ
it’s there they will sit and linger
Every night she’ll patiently sit
protecting her precious eggs
and then one day they crack and splitÂ
and enjoy a brand new dayÂ
2022
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