Sunday, January 09, 2011

the nests

The eggs of 3
On the withered leaves
The humming bird just sit
Hoping for the best?

One leave turning dark brown
In a matter of time it will wither away
Will not the nest tear into half?
Let's see the days ahead

Now the 'tomahawk' joining
The building nest on the bamboo trees
The shape is gearing up nicely
Morning and afternoon so busy

By the time arrives
These birds will chase me away
My own house I can't stand at the porch
I am not allowed to sit at the patio

They will make loud noises
Irritating sound to keep animals away
Nobody is allowed near the little birdies
Until they grow big and fly

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