The Nest Builder

The country bird waits alone,

in a bed of sticks and dirt.

Using his chirpy voice

he keens with

slow and level bird calls.

He knows and trusts

that his city bird

will come back,

someday.

.

As the seasons pass

he begins

to develop,

a nagging cough,

just like his city bird lover.

.

But still he keens

quicker and less level,

waiting no longer,

but needing and wishing

for his mate to return.

.

Thrice hourly

he plumps his nest sticks

and adds spit to the lose ends.

It needs to be ready in time,

it needs to.

.

To make it easier,

for further finishing touches,

he moves his nest

to ground level.

His cough is worsening.

.

The insects

are crawling over their predator.

The bird is rising,

he sees his mate

and rises off

through the last sunset.

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