| /V\ A MOTHER BIRD!!!!!! /V\ A robin scratched deep in the soil, for food to feed its young. It hopped about on grass of green, its breast of red flashed in the sun. The chirping in the treetops, their mouths were open wide, Their eyes were blind and feathers none, too young to take to flight. They wobbled in the nest of straw, their mother on the edge. The tiny pair of babies, in the nest upon the ledge. She brought them worms and tiny bugs, and pushed it down their beaks. An endless task she knew to be, would take her several weeks. But soon the day would come for them, to try and strut their stuff. Their bodies not so fat now, and gone was all their fluff. In the distance, a song was heard, from a meadow lark. As the novice pair heads cocked, would walk along the bark. The mother standing guard nearby, stood watch over her brood. For soon her job was over, bringing them their food. They danced and watched with nervous eyes, the leap about to take. Then one by one they took to flight, it was a piece of cake. I watched them try their wings on high, beating in the breeze. And watched them flying in and out, among the mighty trees. The mother now was satisfied, she watched them on the ground. Doing what came naturally, and eating what they'd found. And we're no different than the birds, though mother stays some longer. To care for us and guide us, until we are much stronger. Unlike the birds, we come back home, to visit now and then. Or maybe have to stay a while, or go to live with friends. But in the end the mothers eye, never seems to wander. For watching from the background, her heart is growing fonder. The Masked Writer <-.-> <o.o> � 2001 T Lovett |