Saturday 4 April 2020

Empty Nest


Empty Nest

The feathered nest is full and warm.

A heartfelt place when all is torn.

The sun beats down, swallows fawn.

A mellow pot to stir brains and brawn.



The birds have flown.

The nest is blown

To pieces:

The nieces
Of another weary family feud.  

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