Of all the good places this busy spring Hiding near the eaves of the old woodshed The quiet little robin that won’t sing Builds a nest where my ladder hangs instead
There really is no shortage of trees Whose outstretched limbs in all directions strewn Yet with my ladder she does what she pleases At least a couple months of May and June
Now that small job on the roof to repair Nor those dead limbs dangling just out of reach None of these chores I’m waiting to take care Could persuade me a nest disturb or breach
Sometimes we need to be patient and wait And delight as much in nature so great
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Posted: May 2022
About this poem:
A fresh spring 'sonnet' about a brave little robin building her nest on my hanging ladder and taking away some of my busy chores; while I just sit back and enjoy watching a little nature outdoors.
SM, All creatures that breath have a spirit and they are just as entitled to life as humans. I understand such things as predation in nature, but will never understand the wanton destruction of life.
Mizzy, Ah yes........ I know a lot of people, too.....who would not bat an eye to remove such a nest and probably laugh about it. I was always inspired by my grandfather who used to catch flies with his bare hands only to take them outside and release them. He would cup his hands together on either side and bring them together quickly to trap the fly without injury and we kids thought that was pretty cool.
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Showing great respect for Mother Nature.
Unfortunately there are people who would have disturbed the nest.