Mothers

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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