Day 505 of the daily new poems; it is Spring and the little birds are searching for somewhere to make a nest …
Bird box
High on the wall
of the house
the bird box held
a clutch of eggs
The following year
for one summer
it was living quarters
for a tribe of bumble bees
And after that
it stayed empty
for some time
until I took it down
I cleaned it out
made a perch
from a stub of pencil
and I put the bird box back
Now that it is Spring
a pair of blue tits
have made visit
and popped inside
They have looked it over
and are taking up residence
as I have done a good job
of the spring cleaning
Peter Ualrig Kennedy