The birds outside my window
are not new
having made their nest in the porch light
for seasons now
ever returning
unmindful of the snake below
perhaps because they know
he is an empty threat
all staring eye
and no fang
and I am grateful for it
because their assured homebuilding
gifts me with a song I never new I missed
until spring comes
and I hear it once again
birds
Lovely.
(erm…..something. Anything.)
Thank you. (I think?)