A home nestled over my door
mama bird’s ingenuity
tangled up with twigs
scraps of paper, leaves and manmade garbage.
Papa bird guards while mama soars off scavenging.
People’s paranoid fears
overlooking the freedom of a family’s nest,
fearful of a tiny germ-infested creature.
Belting away a bird’s intricate basket with a broom,
reminiscent of american families losing their homes.
I marveled at the tediously woven work.
Witnessing survival morphed to momentary,
as moody Nevada winds whistled harshly,
speckled sparrow eggs spattered in vain.
A life within spilled out from under wishful wings.
Peering down at broken shells,
yellow stains on cement,
i felt a sparrow’s sadness.
As fractured pieces of a family remained,
mama let the wind lift her high in the sky.