Saturday, April 10, 2010

April 9, 2010 April is the Cruelest Month

Three bright blue eggs in pieces on the grass

the last strand of string sways,

tethered to the holly branch.

The nest, intact and abandoned,

must have blown sideways

attacked by gales of wind

a sudden spring storm.

He places the nest in a safe spot

just under a skirt of low branches.

He hopes the birds will find it

but in his heart he knows

the robins will not return.

He is saddened by the spring rain,

bringing life to so many,

and an end to these few.

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