My Nest

                             Fairies' houses are a little dusty - you know, fairy dust. ))



My dear friends, I should confess:
My home is often quite a mess.
And it bosses me so much
To keep it clean and such and such.


Too much to do I almost cry,
Before I'll finish I might die.
And I don't want my life to waste
On scrubbing, fixing, tidying the space.


My wings have grown big and strong
To fly away but no, my home
Is always bestest place to be,
And that's the honest truth, for me.




From review by Zeke:
"The thought in this poem is so very true. Maybe you should consider
just taking a short flight around your yard." ))
03/23