The Inkwell

#birds #nest #poetry

The mercury retreating was a sign

Restless mums and dads

Feeding their offspring

So flying lessons could begin

Up in the nest

They flapped their wings

Facing the worst

The weather could bring

And out from the nest

They jumped and they flapped

Heading for a tree

Their mum and dad mapped

Leaving the nest

For sunnier climbs

Hoping to return

After the winter time