Mamma Bird
Outside the window, bird’s nest
from three years ago
still nestled in the hydrangea tree.
A robin broods her eggs.
Plumped up like a parka, she ensures
their embryonic development.
One black eye stares at me
as I watch her, wondering
why she didn’t make a new nest.
Maybe she’s spent, knows
a remodeled home, some
soft layers of grass added, will do.
From the yard, the nest is hidden,
green leaves surround like roof & walls.
Predators kept at bay.
Sunlight dazzles the leaves, glows
above a mother & soon to be hatchlings.
I close the shutter, offer her privacy.
About the Author: Robin Wright lives in Southern Indiana. Her work has appeared in Amethyst Review, The Literary Nest, Rat’s Ass Review, As It Ought To Be, The Beatnik Cowboy, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The New Verse News, One Art, The Loch Raven Review and others. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and a Best New Poets nominee. Her first chapbook, Ready or Not, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2020.
Image Credit: John James Audubon: “American Robin” Public domain image courtesy of Artvee
