the bird's nest

The bird's nest sits between bamboo poles

Holding it together with twigs and thin slice plastics

The nest for the eggs swaying with the wind

Alone with it hoping nature heat to form

The female bird never came

For the past 5 days I watched

Maybe it is dead somewhere on flight

It never made it for the egg to hatch

The male bird keeps calling

Squatting on the branches of palm trees

Watching the nest yet doing nothing

Waiting for its partner long time gone

Yesterday the strong wind and torrent rain

The nest couldn't stand the lashing of the wind

The twigs gathered upwards as if that was it

The nest needed to repair quickly

Yet the male bird just sees

Nothing is done leaving the egg alone

Letting the heat to work its magic

Maybe a little birdie will hatch maybe none at all