The Nest

Tightly woven miracle, baby bird's nest.
I could not work you so-with my hands...
Immortalized you are-in the Smithsonian
(of all places.)
I cannot alter my appreciation
for the tiny beak that persevered to weave you so-
like a small straw purse,
perfect in form and so lovingly adorned;
functional home,
a roofless wonder.
A sanctuary, you are-
made of twigs and straw.
A delight to investigate.
Tiny hands carefully hold you after your makers have flown,
so great a natural wonder-- you are.
Much just like a baby's shoes that have been bronzed,
I have tried (in my own manner) to immortalize you, here.

lg
:-)

(Due to some family circumstances, I am taking a break from posting. Back soon :-))