Mothers
An
ordinary morning,
The
routine we knew so well,
We
almost didn't notice,
Strange
litter on our porch,
Straw,
soggy dirt, strings, sticks,
So
much stuff.
Look!
Shrieked the youngest voice.
Huh!
Exclaimed
the next.
It's time to
go. Hurry, hurry! Demanded
I.
Oh,
what a crime I committed!
Depriving
my curious children,
Of
a moment to inspect,
The
work of nature's weavers
For
the sake of being on time.
Mama
bird knew
What
I had done
She
kicked her only egg out
Disassembled
the nest
And
left to find more worthy observers.
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