#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
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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