The little birdie
peeps out of the hollow
checking for unknown dangers
she is a new mother but she knows them(dangers) all
the father has bid her adieu
she knows not the father's role
and takes her job
more seriously than she can care
eyes sharp, beak poised
looking for grub
to satiate the
seemingly insatiable
burgeoning bodies
that soon will outgrow the hollow
one morning she comes back
after a long rummage
with
a nice fat worm in her beak
to see
her horde gone
her hollow void
remnants abound
worm unheeded
there is despair
serious sorties
to reconnoiter
the predestined
seasons change
esprit anew
will the birdie ever learn?
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