Nestle

Nest.
Like aqua, beds also hunt.. 
Nest becomes abode,
The habitual resort to haunt. 

Loitering birdies,
Nest becomes the dwelling 
Placing their fate in the loin of their snug. 
To perch and peck hole on trees–
As pigeons peas seeds,
And wings claps upon the roost.
In the loop of the birds nest! 

_AfeezWrites

Comments

  1. A good portrait of the birds and their habitats. They are like humans in some ramifications. Take for instance, the need for shelter as portrayed in the poem. A good write. Keep the pen dancing.

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