Thursday, March 25, 2010

Nest Eggs

Here in the fork

The brown nest is seated;

Four little eggs

The mother keeps heated.

While we stand watching her

Staring like gabies,

Safe in each egg are the

Bird's little babies.

Soon the frail eggs they shall

Chip, and upspringing

Make all the April woods

Merry with singing.

~(excerpt "Nest Eggs") Robert Louis Stevenson

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