by Ron Roberts

SAFE HOLLOW

WINGS UPON A WANDERING WIND
FEATHERS DIPPED BRUSH STROKED AGAINST THE OMINOUS SKY
DANCING A DART DIP AND TWISTING SWIRL YOU FLY
A PAIR TO MATE A TEAM NO QUESTION TO NATURE’S WHY
FLASHES THE SIGN OF SPRING THE WHITE BREASTED TREE SWALLOW
BEGINS THE RITUAL SEARCH OF A SAFE HOLLOW
WHISKERED WITH BALSAM GATHERED TO LINE THE NEST DRY
FINE ALLY DOWNED WITH FEATHERS OF WHITE
WRAPS THE PATTER OF A SEASON’S HARD RAIN
WARM AND COZY JUST OUT OF SIGHT
HE WAITS SHE SETS TINY EGGS LAIN
FRAIL THEY HATCH NOTHING BUT HEAD EYES AND
HUNGRY BEAKS TO FEED
BEGINS A FLUTTERING FLURRY AND FURY TO SUCCEED