A Mother’s Ingenuity
I often wish that I could write–
when I pick up the pen–
a story of the wren
that built her nest by moon-pale light
inside a green grapevine
to fool that old feline.
Persistence paid. Young birds took flight.
© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
Freeda Baker Nichols 
The cat’s expression is perfect for this poem Freeda!
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Yes. Actually this cat was looking up at a bird whose nest was on a rafter of a building where an auction would take place next day. So this is not my cat. 🙂
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🙂
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Thanks. 🙂 This pattern in called a Neville.
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Cute! I like this
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Thanks, Kayla. I’m reading your book and liking it!!
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