One Nest. Many Lives.

I came home today

to a cacophony of warbling

from atop my East porch
column.

I looked through the glass in the door-frame and saw - not one - but three wildly chirping little beaks stretching up out of their nest.  

All I could hear was 
their ache to be 
as they were;
 

helpless and unknowing.

With all their might.

And the mother bird

took a moment from

feeding her babies.

And shot me a look.

As if it say

"My babies aren't helpless 
and unknowing!" 

"They sure as hell know

that they're hungry!"

"And they sure as hell

have the will to  stand up and 
say something about it."

Such a thundering point

from so small a bird.

I went and got

my spouse to come look.

There wasn't just one life

within the nest but three.  

How did I miss that?

She looked down upon

the stone floor of the East porch

and said

"There's going to be

an awful lot of bird

crap to clean up here."

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